Old McDonald had a farm....

So I can't sing and I usually spare Blake and Grayson from having to hear me but not tonight. Billy had to go to the airport so I was getting the boys down for bedtime and I was rocking Grayson to sleep when Blake wanted to join us and sit on my lap. I never mind have both boys sitting on my lap. Blake had his elephants and Grayson had Tower (Giraffe) and I started singing nursery rhymes. Let me be the first to say that I don't know many at all but I found myself singing Old McDonald. I can always think of new animals and Blake helped me out a little bit. Either it worked like a charm on Grayson or he was trying to simply trying to put himself out of his misery of listening to me. You choose.... either way - it worked and he is sleeping very peacefully. Although Blake is still awake. He isn't as easily convinced that he should be sleeping. I try to be stern by making him go back to his bed every time he gets out but there times that I am hiding my laughter because he thinks he he is so slick and sly. :)