Name That Tune! (Now With Answers)

Recently on the blog of our dear friend, Heather, she offered a game of "name that tune" in which she shared the story of her toddler's request for a Christmas song called "Tails" and her two week search to try and figure out what her daughter was requesting.

Of course, Matthew and I laughed ourselves silly at this story -- it's always fun to hear other parents experience the same things we do. Malcolm, as you'll know if you've ever met him, is very music oriented. Every toy in our toy box is either a microphone (hairbrush, flashlight), a guitar (broom, hockey stick), a drum (hamper, cardboard box), or a drumstick for banging on the drum (chopsticks, pencils). His favorite activities include playing Rock Band (especially if we play the guitar and he does the singing on his new pencil, or drums on his upside down toy bin), drumming along to music on my computer, and singing along to music in the car. Like all young kids, he has his favorites, and demands them constantly. And like our friend's daughter, it can be something of a mental puzzle to figure out just what song, exactly, he's requesting.

So, here is our own Malcolm edition of Name That Tune. Please feel free to post your guesses in the comments section, or send me an email if you prefer!

What song is Malcolm requesting when he asks for:

(Hint: these are all from Rock Band, if you don't know the game, just think Rock genre)

• Tiger (Eye of the Tiger)
• Opening (Hello There by Cheap Trick)
• Hayho Less Go (Blitzkrieg Bop)
• Sisamisssy Keen (Mississippi Queen)
• Woah Woah Woah Woah (Welcome Home by Cohead & Cambria)

Malcolm's 3rd Birthday Party

Last weekend, we celebrated Malcolm's 3rd birthday with a little party. Fun times!

I made the cake myself (made from two bundt cakes: funfetti and strawberry chocolate chip) Turns out, that if you add enough frosting, you can make anything look right!)

Many of our family and friends joined us. Ball-a-palooza and tunnel-wresting were big hits.

Daddy created hopscotch!

Friends built towers with mini marshmallows and toothpicks.

Make a Wish!

Happy Birthday!!!

Three years old, my sweet son! Have you really grown so big? You have your own thoughts now, your own unique ideas, creative ways of viewing the world. You tell jokes, sing songs. Your tendency to tantrum fades as your ability to negotiate grows.

I love the way you climb into my bed while I'm brushing my teeth, then watch the door, waiting for me to come back and catch you stealing my Zzzzs. I love to way you squee with laughter when I tickle you under the chin. I love when I walk in the door after work, and you scream "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" and run to hug me. And I love that you'll wait for that hug until I've changed out of my germy clothes and washed my hands, saying "wait for it . . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . . " I love the way you pick up your toys, one by one, while I'm studying for my exam, and bring them to me, singing "This is for you, Mommy!" I love your belly laughs when I make the green beans play "don't eat me!!" I love they way you'll hear a whistle, plane go by, a car back fire, or a dog fart and then you ask me, "Mommy, did you hear something?" I love when you ask me, "Mommy can I call B-Ma on the phone? Sing ABCs?" I love that you think "party" is something to eat, that "birthdays" are what you blow out after singing, and I love that you insist we sing Happy Birthday once for each person in the room (and an extra verse for Grandma, too.)

I love being your Mommy. And I love you.