Parents will do ANTYHING to quiet down a fussy baby! Case and point: Addison always gets the most fussy between about 5:30-9:00 p.m.. The other night Addison was being just extremely fussy and it was driving us crazy! We could't figure out what was wrong! So, after changing the diaper, trying to feed her, giving her the pacifier, rocking, talking to her, etc. . . .I got so desperate that I decided to sing. The ONLY song that I could think of in that hectic, insane moment was "Home on the Range." So, I sing it through one time and it actually works; Addison starts calming down. I can only remember the first verse, so I sing it through a 2nd time and a 3rd time. By now, Addison is completely calm and is no longer fussing. But now, Steve starts laughing at me! So with the laughing and also not wanting to sing "Home on the Range" again, I try a different song. Addison starts throwing a fit!!!! So, I immediately go back to what is working. I sang "Home on the Range" about 12 times though (just the first verse again and again) and Steve kept laughing at me and I started laughing too. It was crazy, but it worked!
So, if anyone knows the rest of the song and would like to post it to me, I have a feeling I'm going to need it in the future. :)
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ReplyDeleteThis one seems the most complete and if you go to the website it plays the music for you :o)
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Oh,give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream;
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours;
The curlew I love to hear scream;
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain-tops green.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
The red man was pressed from this part of the West,
He's likely no more to return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all the cities so bright.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Oh, I would not exchange my home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.