Last night I was snuggling with AJ before putting her in her crib. She wanted to sit next to me in the recliner (not in my lap) and was asking for songs. She asked to hear "The Ants Go Marching". This was a first: it's always been "The Wheels on the Bus" or "Old Macdonald Had a Farm," before.
I started singing, stumbled a bit remembering the tune, and then remembered that "The Ants Go Marching" was a song I sang to her all the time as a newborn.
I enjoy a good flashback. But those days already seem so unreal. Bittersweet.