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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.

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?

Gonna Do Some Exercises (To Get My Baby All Tired)

I don’t feel the need to be ashamed. There’s just times when you really need the baby to be ready for a nap about an hour earlier than usual.

Man, it’s freaking hard to wear them suckers out though.

Gonna Do Some Exercises (To Get My Baby All Tired)
We’re gonna do some exercises to get my baby all tired
We’re gonna do some exercises to get my baby all tired

She’s so tired, she’s so tired
She’s so tired, she’s so tired

You’re My Baby Girl (So Proud To Be Your Daddy)

Just a simple and sweet little ditty.

There’s a part of the melody structure that very much reminds me of some contemporary country music singer. I actually don’t listen to contemporary country music, so if you happen to know who it is that I might be thinking of, I’d love to hear it.

You’re My Baby Girl (So Proud To Be Your Daddy)
You’re my baby girl, you’re my baby girl
Make Daddy so proud to be
Your daddy