So last night I spent a few hours with an almost 3-year-old friend of mine. I guess they call it “babysitting.” On the way there (after going to the liquor store no less! It was on the way! I was only going to pick up Kahlua for a drink I’m going to make this weekend, ok jerks?), I realized that I hadn’t babysit alone since like 1988. I can and have babysat with Double S there. She was a nanny! But alone? Nope! I was a little scared. Would the child fall down, realize she didn’t like me, want to discuss a current event of which I wasn’t aware? Who knew? I’m more of the type that has taught the kid to say things to amuse me, like “Hi Oh!” But I knew I could do it, and I knew the kid was likely going to be a breeze to hang with for a few hours.
And I was right! Babysitting went fine, and it was actually pretty fun! I was told by said “baby” that she was big, but then later that she sometimes like to be a baby. Don’t we all? I learned a lot. Mainly that dolls and stuffed animals do indeed poop, often all over me and my shirt, to her great hilarity. I also learned that repetition is awesome, especially when making a particular Christmas decoration dance a zillion times. We also debated the merits of starting with center or edge pieces for puzzle making. I eventually caved and started with edge pieces.
I had the brills idea to attempt to share my xmas music habit with this young friend. There I was thinking I was so in touch with what an xmas loving 2.9 year old would like, bringing my iPod full of xmas songs so we could dance around with great exuberance, like some kind of Pillsbury Christmas sugar cookie (read: tube of chemicals) commercial, but nope. She was vehemently opposed to the idea from the very start. She didn’t want to have a thing to do with my xmas music. I racked my brain for an xmas song that someone so young might know, ya know, to get her to agree. But this kid is smart and my brain didn’t need to be racked. When I offhandedly mentioned Frosty (of “The Snowman” fame), she immediately darted to her room to get the “Frosty book.” Yep, there’s a kid’s book about Frosty and the words are just the words to the song. Brilliant! I like this Frosty short from 1954 a little better than the slightly depressing cartoon special from the 60s.
As I cheerily read the book to drum up support for the xmas music idea, she knew a lot of the words already. The corn cob pipe, the button nose, and so on. In other news, where did these kids who built Frosty find a silk hat? La di da! It’s like those JCrew catalogs where everyone shovels snows, sleds, and gets their xmas trees via vintage restored canoe with their black labs in Maine in $275 sweaters and $500 boots.
Full disclosure: I actually love J Crew’s men’s clothes, so if you’re looking for xmas ideas for ohbriggsy…I’ve got my eye on the Timex field watch and Red Wing boots.
Anyway, all of this tale of heartwarming child-rearing to say that today’s xmas song of the day is “Frosty the Snowman,” sung by none other than Fiona Apple. Yep, Fiona didn’t disappear after that whole heroin chic thing from the mid to late 90s. She sang “Frosty the Snowman,” pretty well actually, on a 2003 album called Christmas Calling. Here it is on the you tubes!
Anyway, Fiona didn’t just hang out in creepy ’70s porn dens…
Or make exceedingly weird and drugged out entrances to performances on late ’90s talk shows…
She also made cute Christmas songs! And I never did get my young friend to listen to my christmas music. Maybe next time. Happy December 7th everybody!