My daughter is 19 months old. What that means to those who know about as much as to the reason why age is kept in months for a little while as I did before I had a daughter is this; she can walk, has a few words, knows how to follow directions (like, put the wallet on the table), and can sing.
Every once in a while she'll let me put her to bed. When I do, we'll sit in a rocking chair, and I'll sing her some Damien Jurado songs. Well, actually I'll only sing her Yuma, AZ. She seems to like it, so, along with her and my wife, I've got two people who like my voice. The only other song that I think is a good bedtime song is Half Way Down the Stairs, sung by Kermit's little nephew Robin. I'm not sure why Yuma, AZ seems to be her favorite, but it is.
Growing up, I remember listening to the Muppet Show album that my parents had, which is where I got the song from Robin. I remember hearing that song, at a very young age, and thinking that it was perfect for me to sing to my kids.
Right now we have Eve. But in less than a weeks time (or so Doctor tells us) we'll have our second little girl. Of course you know the name, or else you wouldn't be reading this, so I won't insult your intelligence by telling you.
Growing up, I remember listening to the Muppet Show album that my parents had, which is where I got the song from Robin. I remember hearing that song, at a very young age, and thinking that it was perfect for me to sing to my kids.
Right now we have Eve. But in less than a weeks time (or so Doctor tells us) we'll have our second little girl. Of course you know the name, or else you wouldn't be reading this, so I won't insult your intelligence by telling you.
