Friday, November 16, 2012
It occurred to me that before everything changes I should record one nice little rhythm we've fallen into with Alice. At night L puts her to bed, and then Alice usually reads and putters around her room for about half an hour. Then she says, quietly and insistently, "Daddy, I need a clean diaper!," over and over until I pad over and knock on the door. Having waited at the doorway she opens it immediately and looks out to see what fun is happening in the family room. Then I pick her up and change her diaper, and we chat a little bit about her poop or her books or what have you. Then we take all the books that she has gathered on her bed and put them in a neat pile by her bookshelf. Then I tuck her into bed and we sing three songs, her choice. Lately we have been watching "Mary Poppins" clips, specifically "Supercalifragilistic..." and "Spoonful of Sugar." Consequently I have grown to despise these songs. I have had "Super" in my head for weeks now, boppy and unending. Although the movie clip retains a real charm and energy, the song itself seems long and interminable, especially when Alice insists that I include one of the Dick Van Dyke verses and the "um diddle iddle iddle, um diddle aye" refrain. Other popular songs include "I Love You, You Love Me," "You Are My Sunshine," and "Zip A Dee Doo Dah"; we touch our shoulders when we reach the part about the bluebird. (Also, I've noticed that when I'm singing Alice often seems to be watching my mouth move, so I try to enunciate really well.) After three songs she's usually ready for sleep. We say good night, love you, sweet dreams, close your eyes, and then close the door. This is something I don't want to forget.