It's funny how we act differently around certain people.

Ok, so, say when I'm with my mom I'm all her son so I'm not going to go around and drop the "F" bomb left and right when I'm telling her story about how wasted I got and bumped in to some jackass that was all "F" bomb this and "F" bomb that. Actually I would never tell my mom that story and if she reads this then this is a joke and I don't ever drink and I don't even know what the "F" in "F" bomb means.

Or when I'm with my friend Josh. I'm usually the peppy/excitable/gets-really-chatty-and-won't-let-Josh-get-his-work-done-able. With my friend Michele I like to talk about weird stuff and laugh insanely at the stupid stuff. With my brother, it's been known that we have our own language and sometimes all I have to do is sigh and he knows exactly what I am feeling or how I am going to react. With my mailman we nod and he says "howdy" with my dry cleaner they just ask for my money and smile with their hands out.

So it's no surprise that when you are hanging with a cool little baby you are going to act differently than you would act with someone else.

Now, I'm not going to give out all my secrets since, um, Caleb and I do have secret handshake and tend to gossip about half the people that might be reading this blog. But I have found that there is one thing that he totally digs me doing... which you may not think he would.

I sing.

I know. I know. I'm feeling your look right now. Most likely you are laughing or rolling your eyes. But, I'm going to tell you a secret. My singing makes this kid smile. It also chills him out. It also puts him to sleep. What's the secret? The song I sing. See, when he wants to giggle I sing him Justin Timberlake "Rock Your Body". He loves when I do the beat at the end: "Punce PUNCE punce. Punce punce punce."

When he's eating I sing him some dining music. I'm too embarrassed to admit what this song is, so use your imagination.

When he's just about to fall asleep I sing him Feist's "1, 2, 3, 4" acoustic version, of course.

Here's also a secret. He doesn't speak English yet. He still speaks baby. So when I don't know the words I change it to whatever I want. Which I think is pretty cute and sneaky and when he's half asleep he thinks that in Feist's song that she sings about diapers, but she doesn't really sing about diapers. We all know that.