Category Archives: Fussing & Crying

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?

Ain’t Gonna Have No Cryin’

Many of the baby dittys are not so much composed to soothe the baby’s nerves as to soothe my own.

This one came about after a particularly fussy morning. I had a million things I was trying to do. It was one of those days where everything is simply NOT jiving the way that it needs to. So I whisked her up and put on my wife’s wrap thingy (which makes me look like a gay samurai**) and this song just came pouring out while we did the things I had to get done.

**I mean no offense to anyone who is or who knows a gay samurai. I feel like the term is appropriately descriptive and, I believe, honoring to the entire professional demographic.

Ain’t Gonna Have No Cryin’
We ain’t gonna have no cryin’
Ain’t gonna have no cryin’
Ain’t gonna have no cry-y-yin’

All we gonna have is a good time
All we gonna have is a good time
All we gonna have is a go-o-od time