Sing-a-long to the tune of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” from The Sound of Music:

[Mama:]

You wait, little boy, with an empty mouth
For solid food to snack on
Your palate, little boy, is an empty page
For new flavors to write on

[Henry:]

To write on…

[Mama:]

You have two teeth, going on three teeth
Baby, it’s time to chew
Better beware, be cautious and careful
for Mama who’s nursing you

You have two teeth, going on three teeth
The others will come in time
Eager young moms and siblings and dads
Will offer you tastes sublime

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of food
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things that are not smooth

You need someone older and wiser
Cutting tidbits for you to chew
I am your mama, you are my baby
I’ll take care of you

In charge of the children, all covered with snot.
I lost my poor marbles, when sleep they would not.

One thrashed in his crib, the other wiggled in bed,
And then my poor marbles rolled out of my head.

I blame a virus, perhaps flu from a hog?
All that I wanted, was children asleep so that I could blog.

Instead I am nursing the baby again.
And look now the three-year-old has started to complain.

I feel my sanity, slowly slipping away.
I won’t be sleeping tonight much to my dismay.

So if you have children, heed my advice please.
Hold on to your marbles, whenever they sneeze.

Hey little baby what have you done?
Hey little baby who’s the poopy one?
Hey little baby who’s your supermom?
Hey little baby who will clean you up?
Hey little baby nice one!

It’s a nice day to poop again.
It’s a nice day for a white onesie.
It’s a nice day to poop again.

Hey little baby what have you done?
Hey little baby who’s the poopy one?
It’s been in for so long (so long).
It’s been in for so long (so long).
You let it go for so long.

It’s a nice day to poop again; come on
It’s a nice day for a white onesie.
It’s a nice day to poop again.

Pick it up!

I wish we were home, yeah.
There is nothin’ fair in this world.
It’s so gross I think I just hurled.
And there’s nothin’ clean in this world.
And there’s nothin’ pure in this world.
Look for something clean in this world
Poop again…
Come on,

It’s a nice day for a white onesie.
It’s a nice day to poop again.
It’s a nice day for a white onesie
It’s a nice day to poop again.

You fill up your diaper…

With a pantload of poopy…

You fill up your diaper…

And it goes up your back

You fill up your diaper…

Now it smells like doody

You fill up your diaper…

Let’s change you again.

What’s really fantastic is that Thomas has picked it up and has been singing it.