The Dude has been giving me grief for about a week. Around 11:30 I usually give him his lunch and then put him down for a nap. For the past week, he usually screams his head off for about 15 minutes before he lets me feed him. The crying could be a result of tiredness so I am moving lunch and nap time up a bit.
In the mean time, I sing songs to keep him quite. Anything. Anything at all that pops into my head. For awhile KC and the Sunshine Band did the trick. Last week I was desperate to change the sound track and the first thing to pop into my head was Salt-n-Pepa. Lordy, the Dude loves "Push It." At first I thought it was just the song, but when I showed him the video on YouTube he giggled and started beating the desk.
Does this make me a bad parent? Am I promoting an unrealistic view of relationships? It sort of feels like that episode of Friends where Ross and Rachel sing "Baby Got Back" to their baby. All I know is that it keeps him quite long enough for me to shove his lunch into his face.
Interesting note, the Dude did not care for "Shoop." Hit it.