Lunch Bucket Canon: The Piece that Didn’t Make the Cut

Lunch Bucket Canon

In preparing The Ancestor CD, I had one piece that was intended to go on the album, but didn’t make the cut.  It needs some fixing up, and hopefully I’ll have it ready for publication later.  So it’s been sitting on my computer rotting for a couple months.  Then I realized that just because it’s not ready to sell doesn’t mean I can’t share it on my blog!  So here’s the piece that didn’t make the cut for my new CD.

Lunch Bucket is my daughter’s nickname, and I have a tradition of writing a lullaby for each of my kids.  After writing one for Lunch Bucket, I realized that the melody fits with the chord progression to Pachelbel’s Canon in D. So I made a little medley that is basically a variation on Canon in D, though it’s really Canon in C when I play it.

Oh, and I should tell you up front – this is NOT a solo.  It takes at least three people.  If I ever play this one in an up-close concert, I might even have everyone who can play Canon in C come up and jam along!

Pills, Punkins, and a Trip to the ER

Oh. my. kids.

If I had a nickel for every time they get into something they shouldn’t, I’d be dead – buried alive in nickels.  Lunch Bucket is potty training (which could merit its own blog – not blog entry, blog).  We stayed the night last night at Jenni’s parents’ house.  They do a decent job keeping the house toddler-resistant, but toddlers find a way.  Oh, they find a way.

Lunch Bucket went and used the potty and then washed her hands, and from the kitchen I could hear that the water running, and running.  Worried that she might be flooding the bathroom, I called out to her, and Jenni went in to check on her, and found her happily washing her hands – which of itself was fine, but there were two half-dissolved acid relief pills in the sink.  Then she saw the empty bottle on the counter and a few spilled about in the shelf above the sink.  Jenni immediately began examining Lunch Bucket for signs of ingestion.  Lunch Bucket insisted she hadn’t had any.

Jenni called me in, and we looked for any evidence that she might have eaten some.  We couldn’t find any, other than the half dissolved pills (does water dissolve pills like that?) in the sink, but wanted to be sure, so we called poison control.  I think I have their phone number memorized now.  Our kids each have a record, and all their files involve ingestion: Tylenol, neon light bulb powder, diaper cream (yuck!), and now acid relief pills.  They suggested that we’d better take her into the emergency room – just in case.

Jenni took her and I stayed back with Tootles.  About ten minutes later, Jenni came back worried that perhaps Tootles might have been the culprit earlier in the day.  So off we went on our family adventure to the increasingly familiar emergency room (mind you, we’ve always had healthy, albeit very curious kids).

They started out with the typical procedures, sign in, weight check, $150 co-pay (good grief… Obama’s health plans are looking better every day).  Then we were assigned to a room.

Three hours later we were released with no signs of any problem.  Three late night hours, mind you.  Three sleep-deprived hours, with a rambunctious Tootles (have I told you of his restless tendencies at hospitals?  Or about Jenni getting yelled at by an old lady for not letting him play with the fun rattly bottles in the pharmacy?  Oh, he’s a BIG fan of hospitals…).

In the end, there was no problem.  They hadn’t taken anything.

All I can say is thank heaven for the movie Ratatouille.  Love that show.  Great for food appreciators.  Only trouble was, when we finally got home, I couldn’t go to bed before enjoying a tasty midnight snack.

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Look at those faces.  How could they NOT be up to something?

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Tribute: I Love You, Mom!

Tis the season to feel guilty,
falalalalaaaa-la-la-la-la.
Mourning that the house is filthy,
falalalalaaaa-la-la-la-la.
Screaming kids and lazy father,
falala-lalala-la-la-la.
Makes me wonder why I bother,
falalalala-la-la-la-laaaaa!

Now that mother’s day’s approaching,
falalalalaaaa-la-la-la-la.
Listen to the old-folks’ coaching,
falalalalaaaa-la-la-la-la.
Think of all your rotten mistakes
falala-lalala-la-la-la.
Work, and just ignore the back-aches
falalalala-la-la-la-laaaaa!

Spare me.

Every year I hear the wonderful things about mothers, and I love it, but every year I hear mothers complain because it makes them feel so terribly inadequate.
I think it’s sad that mothers hearing about how wonderful mothers are makes them feel guilty.  Of course they feel inadequate!  They’re are inadequate.
Has any mother really been adequate to Continue reading Tribute: I Love You, Mom!

Fang Creatures

Many kids have an imaginary friend.  Sometimes this imaginary friend will have special things they can do, like run super fast or hide really well.
I had an imaginary world with an imaginary species.  In fact, I was one of them.
I would like to introduce you to the Fang Creature.
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This was an approximately twelve foot long lizard with massive saber teeth at the back of its mouth.
In order to show off these remarkable blade-like teeth, fang creatures kept their Continue reading Fang Creatures

Making Moments – Free to Choose

Making Moments – Free to Choose

I’ve decided to try to take a moment each day to teach each of the kids some important gospel principle.  They are so young, and it would be easy to start the habit now.  If I wait, it will get tougher to do later.

Some say that they will make church available to their kids, but will allow them to choose whether or not they want to attend.

This idea is terribly lacking.  Our children cannot choose between good and evil if they do not get sufficient encouragement toward the good.  Just by living in the world, they will see all the bad they need to in order to know what the bad choices are.

If we do ALL WE CAN to teach, guide, and encourage, our children to live the gospel – if we live the gospel as conspicuously as we can, and do all we can to help our kids know how a righteous person lives the gospel, then and only then will they have sufficient knowledge to choose whether to accept or reject it.

The world will not offer them the fulness of the gospel.  You must do that.  Then, when they are mature enough, and have had enough exposure to know the blessings of a Christ-centered life, they will choose.
And a good parent will never give up, no matter how how strongly the child turns against the truth, they will continue to love, encourage, exemplify, and teach their children the Lord’s way to live.

That is how we give our kids agency.  Anything less is denying them the opportunity to choose.

Practice Session 2: 21 Month Old Pianist

I sat down to record another practice session, and my 21 month old daughter decided she wanted to join me. I obliged. I didn’t help her with her part at all (she’s improvising!), but just played the left hand to accompany her.

What do you think?