Nosy neighbors

For the most part, Mark and I feel pretty fortunate to have "normal" neighbors. On one side. The other neighbors- the ones with the Christmas lights up year round- are another story. They are nice enough, if not a bit socially awkward. They wave when we see them out, they haven't had any crazy all night parties in the past three years, and a google search of their names doesn't produce anything suspicious. (Assuming I am spelling them correctly...) But they could stand to mind their own business a bit more. I have heard on more than one occasion "your baby sure cries a lot" and "we can hear Peyton crying pretty often". So I guess it should come as no surprise when they admit to hearing everything else that goes on behind our closed doors. (No, not that.) Mark and I like to make up our own songs for Sweet P. One day she will know all the right words and correct us when we sing them wrong, but for now, we just pick a tune and add our own lyrics. 

"Change your diaper. Clean your butt. You gave mommy saggy boobs and a squishy gut." 

"Reading. Reading. Reading makes you smart. Eating. Eating. Eating make you fart."
"Hush little baby, don't make a peep. Mommy seriously needs one damn minute of sleep."

I never said they were Grammy worthy- just fun freestyles! 

Anyhow, the other day our neighbor started with the usual "Peyton still seems to cry a lot" followed by "that song you were singing to her last night was so funny!" Ummm...what? I can say with 110% certainty that if I heard one of them tell the other that they thought I should be on the cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition 2014, I still wouldn't submit my photos. Because then I would have to admit to being nosy. And I would get too famous to shop at Walmart in my sweatpants. 

But now that I know they are listening, I will at least try to sing on key. And omit anything pertaining to them. Oh, and close the windows.