On Friday I was singing to Camilla before her nap, and she kept asking for a song I didn't know. It wasn't just that she wanted a song I hadn't heard of; her request was actually unintelligible. "[Something] song!" she kept saying, and I went through my entire repertoire - from "Personal Penguin" to "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence" - before she finally figured out that I didn't know [something] song and contented herself with some other favorites before finally falling asleep.
On Saturday Bryan said to me, "Has Billa asked you to sing her the lotion song yet?"
I was confused. "Uh, no... oh, wait! THAT'S what she was talking about yesterday! What the heck is the lotion song?"
He explained: recently when we were having to put some ointment on Camilla with each diaper change, we called the ointment "lotion" because Milla loves lotion. Every time Bryan had to do it, he sang her a song he'd made up, "Lotion on my bottom, feels so good to me, lotion on my bottom, for all the world to see!"
(Um, let's hope not on that last part.)
Upon request, he'd sing the song to her during their bedtime singing session, but the four lines got a little tedious, so he wanted to add to it. Now, Bryan is a brilliant programmer but he's not what you'd call musically (or lyrically) gifted, so he simply took the tune and words to "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean"... and substituted the word "lotion" for the word "Bonnie." Thus:
My lotion lies over the ocean,
My lotion lies over the sea...
Et cetera. The effect is rather ridiculous when sung (if you don't believe me, try it) but Camilla adores it.
In fact, last night right after Bryan and I came to bed, she woke in her bed next to ours and started fussing. (How old will she be before she stops fussing immediately upon waking?) Bryan leaned over to pat her. Still mostly asleep, she croaked, "Lotion song?" and two choruses later, she was out.
If you had told me five years ago that "my lotion lies over the ocean" could ever have a magical calming effect on a child, I'd have thought you were crazy. But here we are.
In other news, I'm twenty weeks pregnant today. We've got our big ultrasound on Wednesday, the one where we find out, God willing, that everything is as it should be and our baby appears healthy. I'm praying hard for those results.
It's also the ultrasound where we can find out the likely sex of the baby, and although we declined that information with Camilla, we've decided to go for it this time. Not knowing was kind of fun last time, but the giving-birth and meeting-our-baby experience was so life-changing in itself that I didn't feel like it needed that extra oomph of the baby's sex being a mystery. Plus, it'll be useful to know, just for practical purposes.
So on Wednesday, I'll let you know what we found out. In the meantime, enjoy this picture of our already-born no-longer-a-baby sitting by a sink.