This is the wind, that blew on the farm, on the night you were born.
This is baby Mary's favorite book so when I heard her reading it out loud one morning while we were all getting ready, I had to get it on record. It's about a woman who goes into labor one cold night and her and her husband's journey to the hospital to give birth to their new baby. And along with her, a little mouse crawls in the house (to stay nice and warm, as you will soon hear) to give birth to a litter of mice also.
I wish I had the words to the book so that you could read along with her. The lines build on each other, kind of like "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly" except in this book, each sentence usually ends with "that blew on the farm on the night you were born", which Mary tends to leave out most of the time. But what she does remember and can recite is amazing.
My favorite part? Her reading of the last two pages, which reads, "This is your cry, which rose to the sky, on the wind that grew calm, on the night you were born." She misses the last line but when she says, "This is your cry," it makes me cry every time. Damn I love this kid! Get your tissues and get ready for some extreme cuteness.