Spain Dad, a baby blog

Our friend Chris sings and plays piano for a band called Being Berber in Madrid. He was eating lunch at our house on Saturday when April asked: “Alleke wants to know why you have hair on your face.” Chris grinned at Alleke, then scratched his soul patch in thought. “Musicians have hair on their face [...]

Alleke crawled to the end of her bed and switched off the lamp, then found her blankie and buried her face in her pillow. I knelt down next to her bed and began softly singing a lullaby. Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry. Go to sleepy, little baby. Alleke sat up in her bed. “Daddy?” she asked. [...]

Alleke sings the alphabet song, or at least most of it anyway… Watch The Alphabet Song on Vimeo.

“I’ll put on some music,” I said. I got up from the table and walked over to the stereo. Meanwhile, April asked for everyone’s plates and served lasagna while they talked about the upcoming Spanish elections. I flipped through our CDs, found a favorite, and put it in the CD player. It wasn’t until after [...]

I was sitting on the couch playing guitar when I heard the bathroom door open. Alleke scampered into the room looking for music like kids after an ice cream truck. She had escaped her bath in her birthday suit, which made my music her victory song as she giggled and galloped circles around the room. [...]

Yesterday I walked into the living room, and April was cleaning and singing, “They’re coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha, to the funny farm.” She caught me smiling, then realized she was singing. “Maybe we should put on a CD,” she said, smiling too. She walked over to the CD [...]

This morning April was out getting her last blood analysis done. I was writing work emails on the couch in the living room and watching Alleke, who was rolling around on a blanket on the floor and flailing her limbs like an astronaut in outer space. She seemed genuinely interested in just lying there and [...]