To the tune of "my favorite things"

Smiling and eating and burping and pooping
Grunting and squirming and swinging and cooing
Black frames on white walls and bright ceiling fans
These are a few of my favorite things

When I'm tired
When I'm hungry
When my car seat makes me cry
I simply remember my favorite things 
and then I don't feel
soooo bad (sorry that didn't rhyme)