Baby shark!
27/07/19 02:28
Baby shark, do do do do do
Baby shark, do do do do do
Baby shark, do do do do do
Baby shark!
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark!
The viral children’s song goes through the entire shark family and ends with:
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark!
The tune is catchy and easily becomes an ear worm: one of those songs you just can’t get out of your head. It is showing up everywhere. Yesterday it was played over the PA system at the baseball game between the Washington Nationals and the Los Angeles Dodgers as Gerardo Parra was brought in as a pinch hitter. The crowd of nearly 40,000 people roared a few minutes later when he hit a bunt and fielding error ended up with the Nationals loading the bases. But baseball is a game of quick reversals and minutes later Parra was cut down at the plate and the inning ended with the score tied. Parra froze instead of sliding and he turned from hero to goat in a matter of just a few minutes. The Nationals ended up losing 4-2. The shark failed to bite the Dodgers. Had Parra slid, he might have scored and the game might have gone the other way. Baseball is full of speculations about what might have happened.
I’m not a big fan of the Washington Nationals, but I know a guy who is. In fact he and his brother were in the stands during yesterday’s game. I have a picture that he sent by text during the game. The picture was enough to get me to read the account of the game this morning in the online version of the Washington Post. That guy who was at the game and I share a grandson. His son his married to my daughter. We stay in touch. After all, we share the role in the final verse of the baby shark song:
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark!
Our grandson is too young for the song. He was just two weeks old yesterday. The other grandpa wasn’t thinking of our shared grandson when the son was played at the ball game yesterday. And he probably doesn’t know how many times I sang the baby shark song yesterday. I did sing it a lot.
While is may not yet be the song for that grandson, it seems to be a big hit with our two-year-old granddaughter. She started the day yesterday wearing an outfit that had a cartoon character shark on it and we could hear “do do do do do” from her as she finished up getting dressed with socks and shoes and as she rode in her car seat to the farm where we picked blueberries. She and her sister and brother picked quite a few berries with their little buckets. The adults added to the efforts, harvesting a real haul of berries to be frozen and eaten during the corse of the year to come.
The outfit the two year old was wearing didn’t make it through the day. The place where we picked blueberries sold ice cream. All the the other members of our party had blueberry ice cream, but the two year old insisted on chocolate. And two year olds have a way of insisting on things that is impossible to ignore. By the time she had consumed a half pint of ice cream, a good portion of that ice cream was spread across her face from her forehead to her chin, covering both of her hands and, of course, running down her outfit. She is, after all, a two-year old. By supper time she was on her third outfit of the day. The baby shark outfit was in the laundry basket, but the song was still running through our minds.
Grandpa likes to sing the song with his granddaughter. The way she sings “Do do do do do” is very precious. Grandpa knows a lot of kids songs.
When our son was not much more than two he noted the difference between his two grandmothers by declaring that one of his grandmas was a cookie grandma and the other was a sweater grandma. My mom was the knitter and Susan’s mom was the baker. Our brand new grandson will, at some point, notice that his grandpas are a bit different from each other. On will be able to tell him all of the details of baseball games. He’ll share lots of fan items from Washington Nationals and New York Giants games. He’ll try to instill fan loyalty in his grandson the sam way he did in his sons. I’m not that grandpa. I don’t follow the games more than is required to have a somewhat intelligent conversation with the baseball grandpa.
I’m going to be the song and story grandpa for that little guy the same way I am for his cousins. After all, I read the account of the game and I can’t tell you how many pitchers the Nationals went through or what the names of the other players are. What struck my eye from the write-up of the game was the baby shark song. Do do do do do!
I know the words to dozens of Sesame Street songs and I tear up when reading the lyrics of Mr. Rogers songs to my grandchildren as poetry - something that I recommend to all grandparents of our generation. The YouTube app on my phone brings up all kinds of children’s songs, including baby shark for play at a moment’s notice. It’s no contest, I’m definitely not the baseball grandpa.
I do, however, know that grandpa and he’s a great guy. Our grandson is lucky to have him for one of his grandpas. He will be a great support to our daughter and son-in-law as they journey through the ups and downs of parenthood.
Meanwhile, I’m pretty good at entertaining the little ones during car rides. I’ve got a lot of songs, do do do do do, lot of songs!
Baby shark, do do do do do
Baby shark, do do do do do
Baby shark!
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark, do do do do do
Momma shark!
The viral children’s song goes through the entire shark family and ends with:
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark!
The tune is catchy and easily becomes an ear worm: one of those songs you just can’t get out of your head. It is showing up everywhere. Yesterday it was played over the PA system at the baseball game between the Washington Nationals and the Los Angeles Dodgers as Gerardo Parra was brought in as a pinch hitter. The crowd of nearly 40,000 people roared a few minutes later when he hit a bunt and fielding error ended up with the Nationals loading the bases. But baseball is a game of quick reversals and minutes later Parra was cut down at the plate and the inning ended with the score tied. Parra froze instead of sliding and he turned from hero to goat in a matter of just a few minutes. The Nationals ended up losing 4-2. The shark failed to bite the Dodgers. Had Parra slid, he might have scored and the game might have gone the other way. Baseball is full of speculations about what might have happened.
I’m not a big fan of the Washington Nationals, but I know a guy who is. In fact he and his brother were in the stands during yesterday’s game. I have a picture that he sent by text during the game. The picture was enough to get me to read the account of the game this morning in the online version of the Washington Post. That guy who was at the game and I share a grandson. His son his married to my daughter. We stay in touch. After all, we share the role in the final verse of the baby shark song:
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark, do do do do do
Grandpa shark!
Our grandson is too young for the song. He was just two weeks old yesterday. The other grandpa wasn’t thinking of our shared grandson when the son was played at the ball game yesterday. And he probably doesn’t know how many times I sang the baby shark song yesterday. I did sing it a lot.
While is may not yet be the song for that grandson, it seems to be a big hit with our two-year-old granddaughter. She started the day yesterday wearing an outfit that had a cartoon character shark on it and we could hear “do do do do do” from her as she finished up getting dressed with socks and shoes and as she rode in her car seat to the farm where we picked blueberries. She and her sister and brother picked quite a few berries with their little buckets. The adults added to the efforts, harvesting a real haul of berries to be frozen and eaten during the corse of the year to come.
The outfit the two year old was wearing didn’t make it through the day. The place where we picked blueberries sold ice cream. All the the other members of our party had blueberry ice cream, but the two year old insisted on chocolate. And two year olds have a way of insisting on things that is impossible to ignore. By the time she had consumed a half pint of ice cream, a good portion of that ice cream was spread across her face from her forehead to her chin, covering both of her hands and, of course, running down her outfit. She is, after all, a two-year old. By supper time she was on her third outfit of the day. The baby shark outfit was in the laundry basket, but the song was still running through our minds.
Grandpa likes to sing the song with his granddaughter. The way she sings “Do do do do do” is very precious. Grandpa knows a lot of kids songs.
When our son was not much more than two he noted the difference between his two grandmothers by declaring that one of his grandmas was a cookie grandma and the other was a sweater grandma. My mom was the knitter and Susan’s mom was the baker. Our brand new grandson will, at some point, notice that his grandpas are a bit different from each other. On will be able to tell him all of the details of baseball games. He’ll share lots of fan items from Washington Nationals and New York Giants games. He’ll try to instill fan loyalty in his grandson the sam way he did in his sons. I’m not that grandpa. I don’t follow the games more than is required to have a somewhat intelligent conversation with the baseball grandpa.
I’m going to be the song and story grandpa for that little guy the same way I am for his cousins. After all, I read the account of the game and I can’t tell you how many pitchers the Nationals went through or what the names of the other players are. What struck my eye from the write-up of the game was the baby shark song. Do do do do do!
I know the words to dozens of Sesame Street songs and I tear up when reading the lyrics of Mr. Rogers songs to my grandchildren as poetry - something that I recommend to all grandparents of our generation. The YouTube app on my phone brings up all kinds of children’s songs, including baby shark for play at a moment’s notice. It’s no contest, I’m definitely not the baseball grandpa.
I do, however, know that grandpa and he’s a great guy. Our grandson is lucky to have him for one of his grandpas. He will be a great support to our daughter and son-in-law as they journey through the ups and downs of parenthood.
Meanwhile, I’m pretty good at entertaining the little ones during car rides. I’ve got a lot of songs, do do do do do, lot of songs!