Songs about Babies

Jars of Clay's new album came out today. So of course I rushed right out and bought it. There's usually at least one song on their album that I can really identify with so I listened carefully to the lyrics waiting to see which one it would be this time. I didn't have to listen too hard because it was pretty obvious which song it would be this time. It's called Boys (lesson one). It's about having a son, probably more from a father's perspective, but I can still appreciate the sentiments.

Lesson one, do not hide.
Lesson two, there are right ways to fight
and if you have questions we can talk through the night

So you know who you are and you know what you want
I've been where you're going, and it's not that far
it's too far to walk, but you don't have to run
you get there in time

Lesson three, you're not alone
But since I saw you start breathing on your own
You can leave, you can run
But this will still be your home

So you know who you are and you know what you want
I've been where you're going, and it's not that far
It's too far to walk, but you don't have to run
You get there in time, get there in time

In time, to wonder where the days have gone
In time, to be old enough to wish that you were young
When good things are unraveling, bad things come undone
If you ever love or loose your innocence

There will be liars and thieves who take from you
Not to undermine the consequence, but you are not what you do
And when you need it most I have a 100 reasons why I love you

So you know who you are and you know what you want
I've been where you're going, and it's not that far
It's too far to walk, but you don't have to run
You get there in time

So you know who you are and you know what you want
I've been where you're going, and it's not that far
It's too far to walk, but you don't have to run
You get there in time, you get there in time

If you ever love or loose your innocence,
just remember....
Lesson one....

Ever since finding out I was pregnant I've paid extra attention to songs that were written for or about the musicians child. Some of my favorites: Still Fighting and Gracie by Ben Folds, Lullaby for Wyatt by Sheryl Crow, Lullaby (Goodnight My Angel) by Billy Joel, Song for Sleeping by Stone Temple Pilots, Father and Son by Cat Stevens, Beautiful Boy by John Lennon, Forever Young by Bob Dylan. Personally I also think White Light by Wilco falls in that category but I'm not sure that was their intention. The weirdest one is probably a song by Nuno Bettencourt, written when his daughter was born, called Swollen Princess (um even the title is weird). I've included links for the lyrics in case anyone is interested. It would just take up way too much space to post all the lyrics here, but I couldn't completely resist so I put some of my favorite lyrics from the songs below:

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed

You nodded off in my arms watching TV
I won't move you an inch even thought my arm's asleep
One day you're gonna want to go
I hope we taught you everything you need to know
And there will always be a part of me
Nobody else is ever gonna see but you and me

I have held you close
And breathed your name, my dear
I was with you then
And will remain, my dear
How do I keep you from losing your way
Hope you will find love like I did some day
But love is letting go
And this I'll know
Cause you were mine
For a time

Finally Ive met you
The day has come
Youre more than beautiful
And youre my son

Out on the ocean sailing away
I can hardly wait
To see you come of age
But i guess we'll both just have to be patient
'cause it's a long way to go
A hard row to hoe
Yes it's a long way to go
But in the meantime
Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,

If you feel like singing a song
And you want other people to sing along
Just sing what you feel
Don’t let anyone say it’s wrong
And if you’re trying to paint a picture
But you’re not sure which colors belong
Just paint what you see
Don’t let anyone say it’s wrong


Dylan the Flirt

Yesterday Dylan and I went to the mall to meet up with the Mom's group for lunch. After dining on some chick-fil-a I decided to do something I've sworn many, many, many times I would never do. I took Dylan into the children's play area.

When I found out I was pregnant the mall became a scary place to me. Suddenly I didn't really notice the cute clothes in the window (not that I could buy them anymore anyway) or the great sales at my favorite stores. All I noticed were the hundreds of overly stressed, overly tired moms pushing multiple whiny children in strollers, trying everything they could to keep them happy as they schlepped them from one store to the next... or even weirder, just power walked around the mall. And then eventually I'd wander past the worst part of it all... the children's play area. It's always swarming with little kids. Climbing, running, crying, screaming, shouting kids. The whole thing just stressed me out. I promised myself I would never succumb to it. Instead I'd be the mean mom who never let her kid play in the fun part of the mall. My baby may not like it, but my sanity depended on it. But it's funny how things change once you actual become a mom. At lunch one of the other mom's even made the comment "we're one of those moms now" ...how true, how true.

But now, living on the other side , I can totally understand the need for it all. We went to the mall for lunch after several days of being cooped up inside our little townhouse thanks to all the rain (and I was suffering through a cold at the same time). It was nice to have somewhere we could go to get out of the house and socialize. After sitting in a high chair through lunch (about an hour) I knew that if Dylan didn't get out and crawl for a little bit he'd be really cranky on the ride home, plus he wouldn't get out enough energy between his naps, so he probably wouldn't take a very good afternoon nap, which would mean that he'd be really cranky around dinner time, which would mean that he wouldn't eat very well at dinner, which is really not good right now since we are trying very actively to get him to gain weight. So I knew what I had to do. Fortunately a few other brave souls brought their babies to the play area too, so I didn't have to face the craziness alone.

It was crazy, but not as bad as I expected. There were kids running all over the place, nearly crawling on top of Dylan at times, but he didn't seem to mind, and as long as no one stepped on his fingers or knocked him over, I didn't mind either. And Dylan LOVED playing there. I think he really enjoyed watching all the other kids, but he especially connected to a little 6 year old girl. I'm not sure what her name was, but she totally turned in to Dylan's play time girlfriend while we were there. She played hide and seek with him, held his hand when he went down the slide, gave him hugs, made him laugh. He was so smitten. And I found it completely adorable.

So just one more example of how clueless I was about what it would be like to be a mom. Dylan didn't even have to ask to go to the play area, I willingly took him. And we both had a great time. who knew I'd like being "one of those moms"?


It's About Time

Wow, no posts since New Years... I'm getting really bad at this whole blogging thing. But now I think it's time I get back into it. I've thought about posting from time to time, but I just never sit down and do it. So what do I write about in my semi-new mom life? I guess true to most other aspects of my life I will probably be focusing a lot around Dylan, but I'll try to throw in a few other topics from time to time as well. Alright, enough forward stuff, let's get on to actual post material.

So Dylan is now 1. I think that was the fastest year of my life. I feel like ever since his birthday he's been learning and developing by leaps and bounds. He definitely understands more now, so I'm being careful to talk with him instead of just at him. With his new understanding of language and communication comes a whole new level of frustration though. Matt even commented the other day that Dylan seems to cry more now than he did as a newborn. At first I thought it might have something to do with teething or weening, but after thinking about it for a while I realized that he probably cries more now because he doesn't know how to communicate back to us. I'm sure he has a million things he tries to tell me during the day, but just doesn't know how to make me understand, so he ends up whining or crying instead. This gives me new motivation to teach him some baby signs. So far he doesn't really know any, but I've started using them more consistently and I'm hoping he'll pick them up in the next few weeks. Some of his new and favorite "tricks" at the moment: peek-a-boo (with a blanket or the curtain), putting on hats (which consist of any object that he can semi-balance on his head), giving his bear a hug, pointing, putting toys in his boxes (instead of just taking them out), banging on everything with his new drumsticks, holding the phone up to his ear, and just yesterday he started standing by himself (if only for a few seconds).

That's it for now. Gotta keep it short so I can squeeze in a shower before Dylan wakes up from his nap. More to come soon... hopefully.