My parents, being the '60's flower-children-dippy-hippies that they were (God love 'em - and I do) sang me lullabies.
But along with the 'All The Little Horses' and 'You Are My Sunshine's',
there were the Beatles.
I grew up with a lot of the Beatles music running as a background to my life.
It was a fall back when I just.could.not.sing one more lullaby
(ask me sometimes about the twelve verses of Blackbird)
and good bouncy music for the car during teething time. (It was during a rendition of 'Yellow Submarine' that I figured out that Cass would sleep through the most belly-wrenching grippe if he was in a moving car)
But the car seats are turned forward now, (and have been for a long time) and those Beatles have faded away for awhile, replaced with other songs.
Until today, when Rosey leaned forward and said 'Turn the music up, Mama! I love this song!'
I was taken aback as she began to sing 'O-saba-dee, saba-da'
Life goes on, eh?
(La lala life goes on.)