Sing/Talk

My life has become a musical. Yep, that's right, a musical. And not just any musical mind you, not the ones with lots of talking and then the characters spontaneously break out into song. No, think more along the lines of the latest Les Miserables where Hugh and Anne "sing-talk" (very technical term) their way through their lines. 

Here at the McCurry house we "sing-talk" about all sorts of things, finding parking spots, eating, changing clothes, pooping (yes, pooping). 

I told Dan I feel like Jan Levinson from The Office. No, not the crazy side of Jan (although there is some of that) but the mommy side of Jan, and I hope you're not thinking "Son of a Preacher Man". Think the "sing-talk" side of Jan.

Why do we "sing-talk"? 'Cause we're in love. Of course with each other but also with our daughter. You do stupid stuff when you're in love; like first boyfriend kind of love. Head in the clouds, deliriously happy, sing your way through the day kind of love, even if there are a lot of bodily fluids, it's still worth singing about. 

Baby Girl 9 weeks old