Flute-a-phone Fantasy!

Hi all and welcome to the blog, which is named for our kid, Kate, whose nickname is bug. We call her bug for no other reason than the fact that she’s a Katie Bug and we’re lazy people so we shortened it to bug.

We begin, alas, with music. I won’t make you endure the squeaking sounds, but Kate and Jim are practicing “I love you a bushel and a peck” on the fluteophone. Jim is singing “the house and chickens are going to the dickens,” with Kate accompanying. Kate is absolutely terrible on fluteophone, as she hasn’t figured out how to hold a finger down on any of the holes. Jim used to play trumpet so well they let him do a Lionel Richie solo in high school jazz band so he can actually squeeze a tune out of the dratted thing.

 ”Now I play and mommy will come,” she says. Maybe not. I am hiding at the computer. Oh my god. Now Jim is singing “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose.” It is July. Just after July 4, as a matter of fact. His baritone isn’t so bad, but again, the fluteofone is migraine inducing. By the way, I have a migraine today, so guys this isn’t helping!!!!!!! That was a good one, hunh? Jim says. I’ll practice my singing and you practice your playing, OK, Kate? Lullabye and goodnight. Sweet dreams…Kate sings. Now she is making up a song about Triceratops. Her favorite dinosaur! She quickly moves on to a ditty about Petrie, the pteradactyl (SPPP???) who is “really good at teaching the kids to fly.” Time to get the laundry. They’re moving on to the theme to the PBS dragon drama cartoon Dragon Tales. Now he’s teaching her “Tangled up in Blue.” This is getting good. A smashing finale of the ABCs leads to “We wish you a merry Christmas!” and then…..yes, BORN TO RUN, my husband’s childhood anthem. This is a special night, boys and girls. I wish you were here. Kate just hit a really HIGH note and it hurt. Maybe she could prove our secret weapon to scaring Bush out of office. She certainly won’t be playing for Scooter Libby in prison. Doggy song, DOOOOGGGY SONG DOGGGGGY SOng, sung to the tune of Frere Jacques. FRARE A JOCK A FRARE A JOCK A.