So You Want To Write Songs

My wife and I both like to write songs.  With 4 kids at home, there is not often extended time for us to sit in peace and write songs.  But yet we try.

Tonight, we tried to sneak a few minutes by the piano to share some new songs with each other.  Now, the sharing of new songs is often a touchy moment.  When you play someone a new song you've written, you are putting yourself out there.  It's like you take a little piece of your soul and put it out there for others to step on it.  Now Kristie and I try to avoid stepping on each other's soul.  Most of the time we succeed.  And tonight was going well.

We listened to each other, ideas were exchanged, encouraging words were expressed, feelings were strong. 

Just then Dottie, our two year old, entered the room not wearing anything.  She thinks this is a cute game to remove her clothes and diaper and run around screaming "Naked Baby in the house!!"  (it is sorta cute)  we paused from our nice song-writing moment and laughed at our cute daughter... Song writing by the piano, coffee in hand, cute kids running around laughing...it was a moment straight out of Norman Rockwell.

Kristie picked up Dottie, when she and I made a simultaneous discovery.  Kristie had poop on her sleeve.  We both gasped and began to move quickly from the piano room.  For poop on the sleeve means that Dottie removed her diaper after she had filled it.  Which means that somewhere in the house is a vacant poop-filled diaper, and depending on how enthusiastic Dottie was during her dis-robing, there may be remnants of said poop scattered abroad.  We began a hasty house-wide search for the diaper. Running in to the play room, we found the diaper on the floor, being eaten by our dog Buster.  Yes.  Buster likes to eat Dottie's poop.  This is gross.  But in the moment, we didn't dwell on the dog.  We snatched the diaper from the clutches of a snarling beagle, Kristie took Dottie to the tub, I began cleaning the carpet.

IF you want to be a song writer, you may not want to have kids.

Comments

[Beth Brodine]

I know EXACTLY what you mean. We have 4 kids and a dog. I try and write songs. WOW! Alex and I are belly laughing with you.

[Mary McCoy]

I babysit our grandkids and that happened to me one day. Now on occasion,out of the blue, Addie will tell us and strangers "Sox ate my poop". Makes for interesing looks and giggles.

[Karen]

Hahahaha...Good thing you write blogs. Now I know what to look forward to.

[gb]

If you truly are a musical and lyrical genius, you will somehow incorporate this into a song. I sense a top 40 country hit lurking in the jowl's of Buster and the sleeve of Dottie...

[Colleen]

My diaper changing days are long past. However, your story gave me a good laugh. It definitely brought back some precious memories!!!

[Nancy]

Sounds like a real scatological mess! But I personally think "Poop on her Sleeve" is a great song title. The second verse could be "Poop in the Tub." If you haven't had that happen, wait for it.

[Jamie E]

UGH! Sounds so familiar! My now 6 year old girl was a digger, a dis-rober AND a smearer! After one too many incidents I turned to the web....The best part was that I was not alone-but I am sure you know that. The next thing I discovered was backwards diapering with duct tape and footie pj's worn backwards with a safety pin to prevent nakedness, I can't really remember what we did for HER though??? I know it will come to me.