No Sing, Mama, No Sing!

And with that, we have what is more than Hunter's first real sentence, as much as it is his first real plea to the world. And, maybe the first sign of baby/daddy solidarity. Because while we all agree Hunter is the only one who should be singing in our house, Rayne Droplet is a wonderful mother and beautiful wife, but she is now convinced she just might be bad enough to be on American Idol. And this is where Hunter and I agree because she is not.

A guilty admission of mine has been that I have allowed Heather to force me to watch American Idol, as I certainly don't really enjoy the the show. Although, ever since I picked two straight winners from the Audition episodes, I feel like I am a bit of seasoned judge myself. I mean I know a dawg when I see one, and when things sound a little pitchy. (Don't get me started on those bogus voter numbers they claim, or try to sell me the idea that America chooses...). Anyway, since we have begun watching the show together, it has been a great saying around the house that Heather is not a bad enough singer to get on American Idol. She can sing OK. Not (real first season winner) Tamyra Gray good. But not train wreck bad either. Thus, not bad enough to be on American Idol.

I feel for Hunter in that regard. Anyone who was at our wedding can recall how musically talented my uncle is. And my grandmother, too, of course. In fact, anyone who was at our wedding would be hit in the face, by my grandmother, if they did not remark to my grandmother -after her show stealing serenade- that she was obviously responsible for ALL his talent, (and for the whole wedding for that matter if you asked her but that is another blog for another day).

And then there is my mom. Also not bad enough to be on American Idol (but certainly young enough!). She is convinced that she sings Queen songs better than Freddie Mercury. Not that she has a better style or more charisma, because that would be ridiculous. Nope, she is convinced her voice sounds better than his. That she is a better singer. Again, I say, not bad enough to be on American Idol.

If you follow along below, you will see Hunter's American Idol Audition video comprised of such international megahits, as Itsy Bitsy Spider, and the Elmo's World theme song. And I must say he puts his own spin on it. The non-partisan judge in me says he makes these very familiar songs "his own" in a way that would certainly impress David Cook, who is falsely given credit for being the Idol to mix up songs, when Daughtry was really the first guy to do that.

So I wonder, as I watch him continue to develop athletic skills, and keep things organized, what skills beyond those of his parents will he develop? I mean we know where he gets his great looks and wonderful personality. And we also know where his sarcasm comes from. Sarcasm, you say? Yeah sarcasm, in a barely 21 month old.

A short story long, it is my blog after all... we were getting some Frozen Yogurt and Hunter had been blazing up and down the corridors, obviously inspired by my recent Dipsea Race, all the while yelling RUN! FAST! RUN! FAST! Well, we finally make it over to the yogurt place and the line is huge and now we are butting against that frozen time in the afternoon where if he is in the car too long he will fall asleep and ruin his sleep pattern for the night, so I actually am in a hurry to get him home, as we had a bit of a drive in front of us. So I pick him up, but he is too squirmy and the yogurt too cold to handle all at once, so I plea with him a couple times to get down and RUN! FAST! To which he coldly replied, NO. So finally I put him down and tell him has to run fast to the car. So he looks at me, gets on his hands and knees and starts to crawl slowly, saying, FAST! FAST! And when I picked him up he was laughing... And I was a proud papa.

Which explains how he always knows at exactly which note to look at his mom with the glint in his eye and smile on his face and say, NO SING, MAMA, NO SING.