Saturday, November 22, 2008

My Daddy Rocks!


"My Daddy Rocks" is true in so many ways I don't even know where to begin. And before all of you wiseasses say its only true because it says so on her shirt (thanks Neha!), I'd like to tell you a few more reasons why.

I mean, look at that picture! I'm sure my daughter wouldn't let her dad join her band if he didn't actually rock. Now it took a lot of convincing to get her to let me rock out next to her. It's actually taken me 2 weeks of auditions to convince her that I would actually fit in her band (Wii Rock Band that is). And here, at The Daddy Diaries, you get to hear what an audition sounds like.

Each night, Kaylani's room sounds like its inhabited by Wayne Brady because I often say "I'm Wayne Brady Bitch!" to get her to sleep. Just kidding, I was more referring to the Wayne Brady from his new show "Don't Forget The Lyrics" combined with Wayne Brady from "Whose Line Is It Anyways" (the Drew Carey version). I say this because daddy knows the first line from a whole bunch of nursery songs, but nothing more. It's more like "Don't Know The Lyrics" when I sing. It usually starts out something like this:

Goooodnight, sweet-heart
It's time to go to bed.

And then it turns into something like this:

Gooood-night, sweet-heart.
I'll always hold your head.

So that song is done (I'm not even convinced that the first part is a real song). Next one goes:

Hush little baby don't you cry,
Daddy's gonna buy you a pumpkin pie.
If that pumpkin pie don't work,
Daddy's gonna take you to go see Cirque.

By now, she's crying because Daddy has butchered two songs, so that's when I REALLY start to improv:

Kayyyyy-laaa-niiiiii. Miiii, aaaaa-mor. Whyyyy are youuuu cry-inggggg?
Pleaseeee don't cry. Daaaa-dy will continue to try.
Mamorcita, Kayyy-laaa-niiii. I loveeee your cuuuuu-te little hiiiii-niii.
You are the sweeee-test thing
Pleaseeeee don't ever, haveeee a fling.
Kay-la-ni, you are so cute.
Eveeee-n though, you likeeee to toot.

And it goes on and on. I've actually surprised myself by how often the lines I sing make sense, and also how she really does stop crying (unless she's really desperate to nurse which means unless my songs produce milk, it's not going to work).

Well tonight's live show is about to begin, so it's time for me to brush up on my lyrics before bathtime. One of these days I'm going to find Kaylani with a lighter, and I'm going to be so proud that she wants her daddy to sing an encore, and ignore the possibility that she might be trying to burn the place down to shut me up.

And in case she does get her hands on a lighter, I've uploaded new pictures from the last 2 days which is when Titi Glenda and Primita Alisha came to visit with Madrina Maria! Pssst, Padrino Tim, time to make the trek (Padrino means Godfather)

5 comments:

Jeph said...

I see...not knowing the fully lyrics to any song is actually a Tam family trait...phew! I thought it was just me!

Rock a bye baby
in the tree tops
if you sleep now
your daddy will stop

when the words rhyme
you know its nap time
and when you're asleep
then daddy will hum

hmm hmm hmmm hmmmmmm
hmm hmmh hmm hmmmm

JonnyTam13 said...

I sang that song last night for her...she liked it up until the hmm hmm hmm part. I never really liked the Crash Test Dummies either.

Mr. Sherman said...

Is this how you wooed Brendalys? Rockers always get the hot chicks.

JonnyTam13 said...

Yes, I've found that playing Rock Band in my own home is a great way to meet chicks. And make babies.

Cindy said...

can't stop
can't stop laughing!