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Marshall has started doing this god-awful high-pitched screaming and he says he’s singing.

Last night we started singing songs to him - teapot/frere jacques which have been his recent favourites, but he wanted a “new song!” so we did row row row your boat, and you are my sunshine.  He likes learning the words to new songs apparently – he picks up them really quickly and does the last word of each line.

When he brushes his teeth we do the Raffi song that goes with it: “when you wake up in the morning and it’s quarter to two and you’re looking around for something to do, you brush your teeth ccch chchchchchchch! you brush your teeth chch chch chch chch ch!” and he really likes it STILL.  He has started singing it with us now too.

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Lately, Marshall’s habit has been to go to bed, but not to sleep until after he’s had a poop.  Almost every night it’s the same:  5-15 minutes after he’s been left in his room alone it’s “moooooommy!  I pooooooped!” and sure enough, if there isn’t a poop there, he’s completely soaked through his diaper and leaked on the bed or something. *L* so we change him and usually he goes right to sleep after that.

Last night he stayed up until 930pm!  Just restless I guess.

Tonight grampy’s babysitting while Rick and I head to the Blue Man Group.