Welcome to Conversations with Justin, a new feature where I recap … conversations with my husband, Justin. Obviously. It’s pretty self-explanatory, really, so it’s probably condescending of me to be explaining this to you right now, because you are smart and can read. Anyway, I hope to make this a regular feature (the conversations, not the explaining). Or at least an irregular one, because it turns out I’m pretty afraid of commitment.
Other than the whole marriage and child-having thing, I mean. I guess those are fairly large commitments.
So, hey. Enjoy.
Conversation #1: in which we discover neither of us knows enough lullabies
SCENE: Evening. We’re in the small one’s room, getting her ready for bed. We’ve just finished singing all the soothing-ish kids’ songs we know, which isn’t many. Despite our efforts to keep things low-key in the hope she’ll wind down, the small one is rocking out like nobody’s business.
Me: We should Google some lullabies so we can sing them to her. We need calmer ones.
Justin: Calmer than Itsy-Bitsy Spider? Calmer than Rain is Falling Down?
Small one: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (begins yet another attempt to scale the changing table)
Justin: (picks up the small one and cuddles her, singing softly as she giggles and coos) Hush, little baby, don’t say a word …
Me: (beaming at the Rockwellian tableau of father-daughter bliss before me) Oh, that’s a good one! I didn’t think of tha–
Justin: (still singing) … and never mind that noise you heard. It’s just the beasts under your bed … IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEEEAAAD…”
Upshot: we’re going to keep working on this whole bedtime thing.
Also, we are currently accepting submissions of appropriate songs. Please help.