Clara sang the chorus of this song to herself during her bath one Sunday after spending much of the afternoon exploring outer space. I wrote the verses. We recorded it a cappella - including all the sound effects.
Recorded May 2, 2009 in honor of Pam Weber’s birthday. Hope we can sing with you soon!
(“It’s my new poem,” Clara explains.)
Henry Hobbes went to town
Making spirits bright
Along came Santa Bear
With light bulbs all around him
And clocks all around them.
[Katherine has the new Coldplay album on in the living room, loud so she can hear it while cleaning the kitchen. Clara is curled up on the living room couch, listening. Katherine enters.]
K (shouting): IS THIS TOO LOUD FOR YOU??
C (shouting): NO!! IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE LOUD!!
(Clara is getting up at night to pee. She holds a small cat robot as she sits on the toilet. She is not entirely awake, and very groggy.)
Clara: Mom?
Katherine: Yes?
C: (pause) Mom—…
K: Yes.
C: The only thing… (pause) that Kitty likes…
(long pause)
K: Yes?
C: … is the smell…
(long, long pause)
C: … of wildflowers.
Clara: This week is E week at school!
Timothy: That’s Exciting.
Katherine: Let’s see how many Extra E-words we can find. Elephant, and Egg…
(many fine words are named)
K: Oh - and here’s a good one: Eye. It doesn’t sound like an E word, does it? Hm, anything that starts with Ep-… Ep-…
Clara: Epinephrine?
K: … ah… yeah, that’s a very good E word!
I’ve now got the first batch of songs moved over from my old music page. It’s my most recent album (now nine years old), called off line. Took me a while to work out the right way to represent songs and albums in the Drupal content management system, but now it’s all quite easy to deal with and I hope that (and my weakness for shiny new technologies) will help accelerate the process.
Clara and Dad are walking to school.
Clara: I love when you drop me off at school and pick me up.
Dad: Yeah, I think yesterday was the first time I ever did both.
C: Yeah. You know what, Dad?
D: What?
C: I love you… ten hundred million!
D: Well thanks!
C: …Is that even a number?
D: Well, ten hundreds is a thousand, and a thousand millions is a billion. So it’s a billion. And that’s a number.
C: Dad?
D: Yes?
C: I’ll always remember you.
D: That’s so nice. I’ll always remember you too.
(As Dad sings the first of the usual bedtime songs, Clara has her eyes closed but is smiling. He finishes the first song.)
Clara: Dad? You know why I was smiling?
Timothy: No, why?
C: It was because I had a funny dream that made me happy.
T: Uh huh?
C: I dreamed I was Obama. (rolls over, goes to sleep)
We had our first real snowfall of the season last night, about eight inches. I successfully shoveled without apparently hurting my back! Yay!
In celebration, and in response to all the Christmas songs playing all around me, I’d like to bump an old post of carol parodies. The first one is the one I had in mind, though I still like the second too.
Clara: Dad, when’s Arthur Lutha Kid’s Day?
Timothy: Uh… what? read more...
Clara: Mom, in the morning I am all filled up with silliness!
Timothy: I think the silliness fills you up while you’re sleeping.
Katherine: And then maybe it leaks out during the day, so you’re not as silly by evening.
C: No, Mom, I can be silly at night too. Watch: bleahbleahbleah!!!
[Clara hears the news.]
Clara: I think we should get some flowers for [Grandma] Nanny to cheer her up.
Timothy: Yeah, actually, I think that’s a great idea. read more...
Dear Sirs,
I enjoy visiting your web site, and as a computer engineer and Buddhist meditator, I have always felt confident that I could be considered a member.
Like many dull men, my breakfast rarely varies - every few years the particular brand of breakfast cereal I eat changes due to factors out of my control, but otherwise, the menu is soothingly consistent.
However, yesterday I noticed a carafe of orange juice in the refrigerator. This is an unusual occurrence; I think my wife obtained it for some visiting child. Well, something came over me, and I poured myself a half-glass. read more...
Clara: Mom, me and Happy Feet were…
Mom (interrupts): Happy Feet and I…
Clara: No, Mom, I said Happy Feet and me.
Mom: Yes, but the way you say it is “Happy Feet and I.”
Clara: But Mom, it was me and Happy Feet!
Dad: Mom is telling you that the way that grown-ups say it is to say “I” instead of “me.”
Mom: Yeah, cause you wouldn’t say “me go to the store,” you would say “I go to the store.”
(pause)
Clara: Mom, Happy Feet and I …
[Clara is looking at a dinosaur book.]
Clara: I know what this says: “Rocky… Records. How… do we… k-now? kunnou?
Timothy: ‘Know.’ That’s a weird one - a silent K that makes the O say its name.
C: “How do we know… what dinosaurs… looked… like?” On this page there’s the skeletons. I think this skeleton is from this dinosaur. See, Dad?” read more...
I thought it would be fun to add a couple of light emitting diodes (LEDs) to Clara’s Tinker Bell costume this Halloween.
These are similar to the “throwies” described in Make Magazine and on Instructables, except with a barrette instead of a magnet. read more...
[Clara is in the living room watching a movie. Mom and Dad are in the family room. They hear a crash. Coming to investigate, they find a ceramic bowl shattered on the floor and Clara standing near it.]
Dad: What happened? [pauses the movie]
Clara: The bowl fell and broke.
D: What did it have in it? read more...