Lots of silence since my last blog. Blame it on my last one - the Baby Rap. Taylor came in at 10 lbs. 2 oz. and has been growing ever since. Daddy took a real job at Pfizer to deal with needing things like health insurance and formula. Can it be that more than 2 1/2 years have passed? I guess I can sum it all up with this song I wrote a few weeks ago...

Cool Daddy

Since my early days I have tried to find ways to fit in with the happening crew
But whatever my plot, cool I was not – didn’t matter what I’d do
I was always on the outside – every day just another blow to my pride
And to tell the truth I was a total goof – it’s true… Boohoo!

Fast forward to now and I’ll tell you how this Big Daddy came to rule
I was handed a son but was nearly undone by Sippy Cups, diapers and drool
But as my boy began to grow in time I came to know
To my surprise in my son’s eyes I’m COOL!

Because I can blow bubbles and I can juggle three balls
I can fix him a snack – let him ride on my back
I even let him scribble on the bathtub walls
I can laugh like Tigger (Hoo hoo hoo hoo!) – make a splash in the pool
To the rest of the crowd I ain’t too proud to admit I play the fool
But too my son I’m the King of Fun ’cause I’m a Daddy kind of cool!

Now every day in most every way we stick together like glue
And after his nap he’ll get up on my lap when it’s time to watch The Book of Pooh
He thinks that I’m a rock star when he sees me strumming on my guitar
And I’m a happening cat when I Jungle Book scat like King Louie and Baloo…
(or, when he’s old enough to sing along: And we’re happening cats when we Jungle Book scat…)

Hey! Da-zop bah no-dey! Hot ta-dee gla-na-da dot don nohn! Hen-a-ba-ba-det doot zah-bah doo-bo day ga-bom, pa-do be-day, za-bohn, za-bop bop bah-bey! Hab a doo dee! With a reep bon nah-zah! Heb-a doh bah-doy! With a lah bah zee-nee! Whad’ll-a-dup! Vhood’ll-a-bup! Zeed’ll dop! Zoo-dee! Oooo! Ooooh! Eeeee! Eeeee! Eeeee…

…And so you see-he-he – He wants to be like me-he-he
And though it’s clear to everyone here I’m really quite the fool
So what I can’t recall a single Beatles song
I can name every Wiggle and sing along
At least for a while he’s hip to my style
I’m as hep as they get with the tricycle set
I said to my son I’m A-Number-One
’Cause I’m a Daddy kind of cool
I’m a Daddy kind of cool!

© 2003 Ross D. Martin, MD, MHA
9/13/03