Because I’m usually the one to put you to bed at night, as well as for your daytime naps on the weekends, I become responsible for knowing the lyrics to lullabies.
Unfortunately, I don’t know any.
So you’re pretty much stuck with hearing me sing parts of the very few songs I actually know the words to…
“Jingle Bells,” “Away In A Manger,” “How Bad Can I Be? (from The Lorax soundtrack),” and “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
Then, out of desperation for new songs last week, I started singing “Let It Be” by The Beatles. After all, it’s pretty easy to remember the words when most of them are “let it be, let it be…”.
You now ask me to sing it to you every night. So I had an idea… why don’t I let you hear The Beatles’ version of it?
On the way to daycare Monday, I played “Let It Be” for you over the stereo speakers thanks to my old-school iPod with an extremely cracked screen.
Your response: “That’s a man?”
I then explained to you that yes, Paul McCartney is a man.
From there, I introduced you to “Yellow Submarine,” “Octopus’s Garden,” “Come Together,” Here Comes The Sun,” “All You Need Is Love,” “I Want To Hold Your Hand,” “I Am The Walrus,” “With A Little Help From My Friends,” and “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.” Then I made you a playlist of those 10 songs called “Beatles For Jack.”
By Thursday, you told me that The Beatles are your favorite band and that your favorite song is “Yellow Submarine.”
It turns out, The Beatles made some pretty good songs for a 2 year-old. The songs that ended up on your playlist are filled with bizarre nouns that you recognize like “walrus,” “egg man”, “octopus,” and “submarine.”
Plus, several of those songs include random sound effects, like the interlude in “Yellow Submarine” or the chorus/title of “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.”
Speaking of, you love it in “Come Together” when John Lennon says “shoot me” throughout the song. You think he’s just saying “shoop,” or making some weird animal sound, so I’ll just let you believe that until you’re a teenager who appreciates irony.
You have a dad who is obsessed with good music. I have over 800 albums on my iPad, but The Beatles are definitely my favorite band ever.
I think it’s so cool that you like them too. When you get a little older, I’ll tell you all about the “Paul is Dead” theory, based on their album covers like Abbey Road.
This makes me happy. I just didn’t realize we would get to start bonding so early over good music. I thought you’d be at least able to ride a bike first. I’m starting you young, kid.
In the aftermath of four baby showers, it’s easy for me to see that Jack has been well cared for by friends and family. One of my favorite items of his is his pair of “vitamin socks” (featured above). Maybe they’re supposed to look like little capsules from Dr. Mario; I don’t know. But the fact that they have the word “vitamins” on the bottom of them makes them so classically random that I wouldn’t be surprised if they were designed in Taiwan. My favorite part of his vitamin socks is that we have no idea where they came from. We pull just pulled them out of his drawer one day and had them on Jack’s feet before we realized how hilarious and mysterious they are.
My parents recently bought Jack a swing, which is best for helping in to take long afternoon naps. It has these three bears that fly around in circles over him. Sometimes I feel that the things that work best for making him happy are the ones that make him feel like he’s tripping through the outer space of an alternate baby universe. It doesn’t help that as he is swinging back & forth and up & down that “Sun King” from The Beatles’ Abbey Road album is playing in the background as I speak to him in a low voice right into his ear, “Jaaaack… I am your fah-ther…” And when he’s not in his swing, it’s still so natural just to pick him up and fly him through the air like he’s Superbaby.
With some of his toys, I have been surprised at how they actually do what they are supposed to do. We regularly use a Sleep Sheep that along with music and rain sounds, also has a “whale button”. The harmonious conversations of actual whales at sea do indeed soothe Jack, even if they sort of freak me out. There’s also this star we received that displays ocean scenes on the ceiling while playing our choice of either lullabye music or makes water sounds. I never would have thought it to be the kind of toy we would actually use every single day, but it is: It works. When it’s time for him to settle down for the night, we turn on the star and Jack becomes both mesmerized and hypnotized.
Being a baby must really be a trip… I mean, what would you think if everyone talked to you in a high-pitched, slow motion voice and when you looked down at your feet, you realized they had turned into puppy dog heads?