156 beats per minute.
“Maybe it’s a girl,” the midwife said.
N Sings “Baby Jesus”
Hoping to tone down the Christmas story’s happiness hype that is probably blown way out of proportion, I decided to write a “subcant” for what has been one of N’s favorite songs for quite some time. She helped me by singing the original tune so I could figure out some of the back story text and melody (neither of which is decipherable here):
Snow People
Watching TV
My parents raised us without TV, for which I am eternally grateful. That’s not to say that when I was a kid I didn’t crave television, and occasionally it becomes readily apparent–as it did at my parents’ this Thanksgiving–that my sister’s kids sometimes feel the same way:
The ABC SoNg
N Today
N, from the bathtub: Oh Dad! Come here! I peed in the cup! I want to show you the peed that I peeded!
Downstairs, before supper:N: You are the daughter, and I am the mom.Me: Okay. Mom, you need to go wash your hands in the bathroom.N: Alright! [and then, a moment later] Daughter, I need help. I can’t reach the soap.Rocking Update
Glee
Canela and Friend
Mama as You’ve Never Seen Her
This, my friends, is the sultry Mrs. Minutia at her best. That is, she has just served an incredible feast of Indian food to her birthday brothers and the whole clan and is now basking in the contented beaming of all around her. The mandolin music is being played by none other than Freakwenter:
