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Bathtime songs

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

Whenever I bathe Sam, I sing the same sequence of songs to her. The songs were random at first–just whatever came into my head that I knew the words to. However, over time, they’ve solidified into a definite mommy sing list. Here they are:

1. Dites-moi pourquoi la vie est belle… (from South Pacific– I LOVED that musical when I was a teenager).
2. Savez-vous planter les choux
3. Frere Jacques
4. Elvis Presley Blues
5. You Are My Sunshine
6. Ruination Day, Part II
7. Orphan Girl

#4, 6, & 7 are Gillian Welch tunes that I have been learning to play on the guitar. Ruination Day came to mind one night when Sam was screaming bloody hell as I lifted her out of the bath and toweled her off (she was cold, I suspect). So now its dour tones are the soundtrack for our drying ritual.

I love these Gillian Welch songs, but they are sad sad. It will be interesting to talk to Sam about them one day. Perhaps I will choose cheerier tunes when she is verbal?

–Sammy Mammy

Sammy’s Sleep Song

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

To the tune of “Frere Jacques” and inspired by Benjamin’s song:

Samantha, Samantha
Fais dodo, fais dodo.
Demain tu nous verras, demain tu nous verras
Nous t’aimons, nous t’aimons.

[Samantha, Samantha
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
Tomorrow you will see us, tomorrow you will see us
We love you, we love you.]

A Real Song

Friday, November 18th, 2005

Unlike the goofy little “songs” my parents made up for me, a friend of mine made up a real song. With lyrics, and a guitar melody, and everything. Once I can get it recorded digitally, I’ll post an MP3 (or OGG) of it here. In the meanwhile, enjoy the lyrics:

Sam’s Lullabye
by Clinton A. Johnston

One little sandman tiptoes up to our house.
Peeks through the window quiet as a care.
Slips in the living room
Jumps on the chair
Skips down the hallway and tips up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she doesn’t want to sleep.
She doesn’t want to sleep.
So much to do, so much company to keep
Such a new, wide, world buzzing in her head
Until the little sandman says,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; one little sandman says, goodnight.

Two little sandmen tiptoe up to our house.
Bow to each other, spill sand everywhere
Slip in the living room
Jump on the chair
Skip down the hallway and tip up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she doesn’t want to sleep.
She doesn’t want to sleep.
Squirming and worming, blankets in a heap,
So much fuss at the end of day
Until the little sandmen say,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; two little sandmen say, goodnight.

Three little sandmen tiptoe up to our house.
Build a little ladder out of moonbeams and air
Slip in the living room
Jump on the chair
Skip down the hallway and tip up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she can’t get to sleep.
She can’t get to sleep.
Too young for tea, too young to count sheep,
Too young to talk about it, doesn’t know the way,
And so the little sandmen say,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; three little sandmen say, goodnight.

One, two, three.
Go to sleep.
One, two, three.
Not a peep
One little, two little, thee little sandmen …
Say goodnight.

Songs My Parents Made Up for me

Sunday, October 16th, 2005

My parents are cute. They made up songs for me. My mom’s flows better, and is kind of funny. My dad’s is goofy, but he tries.

The Burpy Song

Burpy, burpy, burpy
Singing the burpy song
Burpy, burpy, burpy
Gotta move that bubble along
Burpy, burpy, burpy
There’s nothing wrong
With letting rip a great big burp
During the burpy song
(repeat as necessary)

S is for Samantha

Samantha, Samantha
You’re my darling Samantha
S is for Samantha
A is for AC, he’s your dadddy
M is for Mommy who loves you very much
A is for Altoona which is where you live
N is for newborn which is what you are
T is for the teeth you don’t even have yet
H is for the hearts you stole from your parents, and
A is for always which is how long we’ll love you.