You’re the Sweetest Little Baby (And Your Daddy Loves You So Much)

Apparently, lots of babies make this guttural, “clearing the throat” type sounds when they’re learning to make noises. I had no idea. When Z first started to do this it was especially strange because she had been making the sweetest little singing type noise for several weeks.

Then one morning, she just started growl-coughing… right during my morning coffee. She’d make those hellacious noises and then look at me and smile like a sweet little angel sent straight from heaven.

You’re the Sweetest Little Baby (And Your Daddy Loves You So Much)
You’re the sweetest little baby
and your daddy loves you so much
You’re the sweetest little baby
and your daddy loves you so much

You smile like a morning
And sing like a hummingbird
You cough like a bullfrog
And walk like a worm

Who’s The Prettiest Baby

There are several daily occasions that have eluded me in finding the right song for them. Bath time is one of them (still is). But this one goes well for the “after bath” time… getting dry, combing her four strands of hair, lotion, etc.

Kind of a jazzy, folksy little ditty here. Something perhaps Olive Oyl would sing to Sweet Pea (if he was a girl).

Who’s The Prettiest Baby
Who’s the prettiest baby?
Who’s the prettiest girl in the world?
It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest baby.
It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest girl in the world.

It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest baby.
It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest girl in the world.
It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest baby.
It’s Z-bean, she’s the prettiest girl in the world.

You’re So Little, Little Girl

As you’ll hear, this song has two distinct parts to it. Z usually thinks one part while I’m singing the other.

I was tempted to record both parts and try to lay them on top of each other in some audio editing software. But then of course, I’d want to tweak the vocals, then add some bass and reverb. And then that’s when the horns come in, shaking their little behinds…

Anyhow, I’m thinking this has some sort of Broadway musical aspect to it. The staccato second part seems to lend itself to a Fagin or Thénardier role which is a bit of a bummer. For some reason though, I imagine the other part being sung by a sort of Gepetto-esque benevolent shoemaker type character. What do you think?

You’re So Little, Little Girl
You’re so little, little girl
You’re so little, little, little girl

You’re so little, little, little girlfriend
You’re so little, little, little girl.

I Have No Need Of You

So what do you get when mama works in medicine and daddy for the church? Theologically correct, anatomical songs of course.

I’m pretty sure this one has Billy Joe Shaver’s name all over it both in content and character.

Love to hear your thoughts.

I Have No Need Of You
The head can’t say to the belly,
“I have no need of you.”
The belly can’t say to the toe nail,
“I have no need of you.”
The toe nail can’t say to the ear,
“I have no need of you.”
The ear can’t say (no one would listen anyway),
“I have no need of you.”

The big toe can’t say to the elbow,
“I have no need of you.”
The elbow can’t say to the ankle,
“I have no need of you.”
The ankle can’t say to the ear,
“I have no need of you.”
The ear can’t say (no one would listen anyway),
“I have no need of you.”

Daddy All Scratchy Face

If you haven’t noticed already, I have a chin beard. A friend of mine calls it a “Civil War General’s” beard which I think is quite sophisticated.

Several people have told me in the past few weeks that Daniel Day Lewis recently grew one as well. Guess it must be catching on.

Daddy All Scratchy Face
Daddy all scratchy face
Scratches me just like sandpaper
Daddy all scratchy face
Scratches me just like sandpaper

Daddy all scratchy face
Tickles my toes ’cause he loves me
Daddy all scratchy face
Scratches my nose when he hugs me

Daddy Wants To Hug On His Baby Girl

First thing every morning, Z and I go sit on the couch while she eats some milk. When she gets done, sometimes there’s a brief 5-10 seconds where she sits contentedly in my lap. I love it.

Every now and then I’ll make the mistake of giving her a hug in that moment.

Apparently, that signifies to a baby girl “hey, this dude is coming on way too strong. I need to get down and play with some toys, quick.”

Alas, nothing lasts forever…

Daddy Wants To Hug On His Baby Girl
Daddy wants to hug on his baby girl
Daddy wants to hug on his daughter
Daddy wants to hug on his baby girl
Daddy wants to hug on his daughter

Oh me, can’t Daddy hug, can’t Daddy hug on his baby girl
Oh me, can’t Daddy hug, can’t Daddy hug on his baby girl

Daddy’s Got His Hands Full Of Screaming Baby

So there I was, it’s like 2 in the morning and mom’s at work at the hospital. Baby girl wakes up and wants a boob, stat. I stumble out of bed and into the kitchen and am warming up some milk but these things take time. I’m trying to decide “do I go in and pick her up or wait until the milk’s ready.”

I choose wrong. I pick her up. It doesn’t help…

….and voila, a new little ditty. Fun times.

Daddy’s Got His Hands Full Of Screaming Baby
Daddy’s got his hands full of screaming baby
Daddy’s got his hands full of screaming baby
Daddy’s got his hands full of screaming baby

Where, oh where can Daddy get some more hands?
Where, oh where can Daddy get some more hands?