I can not tell you how many times I've watched this video in the past several weeks.  When my grandson Dylan began talking and would give me his bottle and say "Ba Ba", I would start singing "Barbara Ann" by the Beach Boys to him.  He got such a kick out of the song he'd stand and bob along as I'd fill up his bottle.  I got the brilliant idea to look it up on You Tube to see if I could find a version of it...and this was one of the first on the list that showed up.  I dunno who these young men are but they're definitely having a great time as they lip synch along with the song in front of their video cam.   And they amuse my young grandson to no end!  We must've watched this video at least 10 times in the 10 hours he was here with me today.  And that's not counting the Happy Monster Band videos on the Disney Playhouse website!  He sits on my lap in front of the computer screen, totally enthralled no matter how many times he's seen them all.  And me...poor Grandma...could sing these songs in her sleep.  As well as just about every Sesame Street song.  The Curious George theme song.  Most of the Doodlebop songs.  The Super Why song.  I'm sure I've missed a few, but most are memorized.  Believe me.

I spend a lot of time wondering how my grandson's little mind thinks.  My blog friend Judy has mentioned how her grandson who's a couple months older than Dylan likes "Bob the Builder" and "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood".  And yet Dylan doesn't like those at all.  He likes "Handy Manny" and "Little Einsteins", "Curious George" and "Super Why."  He loves "Sesame Street" and "The Price is Right."   One day he'll gobble down a turkey sandwich with Miracle Whip and spicey mustard on it...the next day he'll turn his nose up at it like he's never seen one before and would prefer to never have another one pass under his nose again.  He loves garbage trucks and fire engines.  Helicopters.  He'll hop up on the couch when he's in the middle of doing something and just stare out the window for no apparent reason sometimes.  I really wonder what he's thinking about then.  He loves to stuff toy people down his shirt and then belly-chuckles when they plop out on the floor.   One minute he'll cover Chloe dog with kisses and sweet pats, then grab her by the tail and try to yank it out.  No wonder she eyes him with utter distrust and growls low in her throat whenever he gets within a few feet of her!   He's fearless and doesn't have a lick of common sense when it comes to figuring out whether something's going to hurt or not...he flies into anything headfirst and with complete gusto!   When he gets excited he runs into the dining room, throws up his arms, and trots around in circles laughing and yelling at the top of his voice...we call it his "happy dance".  Reserved mainly for his Mama when she picks him up at the end of the day!   He is, first and foremost, all boy!  A tough little trooper with a heart of gold.  Today, as we were sitting together watching "The Price is Right", I heard him going,  "Mmmmmm!  Mmmmm!" trying to get my attention so I looked down and asked him, "What is it, sweetheart?"  and he lifted his little face up for a kiss.  Well, he got his kiss, all right.  And a couple of big smooches on the side of his head for good measure as well.  So what if I'm not a millionaire?  Moments like those have no price on them.  None whatsoever.  And they make me feel like the richest Grandma on earth.