Daddy Plays Rad Tunes For Baby

When Kid 1 was a baby I started a little ritual at bedtime:  I would first read him “Goodnight Moon” and then turn on a CD of Mozart recordings.  The first track was “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” and he would be pretty sleepy before that song even ended, so that was as far as we usually got.  As he grew older and started to talk, we still listened to that CD, which was yellow, and that is how the song “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” came to be known as “Yellow Mozart” around our house.

That was nearly seven years ago now, long before I had discovered the wealth of great music that tastemaker parents have sourced and created for other parents and for children.  I recently discovered “Daddy Plays Lullabies,” which is a compilation of rock and roll hits recorded as sleepytime tracks to lull babies to sleep without boring the head off the parent and/or killing additional brain cells.  Singer/songwriter Eran Phillips wondered himself:  “Don’t newborn babies deserve real, quality music?”

And so it is that there is a now a lovely acoustic lullaby version of “Stairway To Heaven.”  If I were to play that song now for my newborn, it just might block out my memory of dancing awkwardly to that song that they always played as the last song at all of our high school dances.  What?  It was the eighties.

Anyway, Phillips gathered this and other covers on his album “Daddy Plays Acoustic Rock Lullabies” which also includes The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Simon and Garfunkel.  Heck, I’d listen to this album even without a baby.

No Room For Road Rage at Elementary Schools

Sigh.

I just got another mass email from my child’s principal that addresses the stupid things parents do when dropping off or picking up their kids at school.

My son goes to a school that has one way in and one way out.  It’s a huge traffic snarl every morning and afternoon, not only because of the bad design, but also – and perhaps mostly – because of selfish parents.

Our school has traffic rules to enable smoother drop off and pick up.  You wait in a long line of cars and inch your way to the traffic circle.  Once you get to a certain point, that’s where you stop to let your kid out or get him into your car.  Then you drive to the left around the tree and go back out the way you came.  No idling on the curb, no parking along any of the painted curbs, no letting your kids out where it’s not allowed.

But of course, not everybody follows the rules for one reason or another.  And every single day there is some parent who rushes ahead and cuts off the line, or stops too early to let their kids out, or simply parks where it’s not allowed and walks into school. Teachers and volunteers often reprimand these people, who are not always gracious or apologetic.

In the middle of all this is a crosswalk where the children who are walking – and therefore relieving the community of yet another car to add to this mess – cross to the side of the road where they can walk back out of the school grounds.  In the afternoons, the principal herself acts as crossing guard, with a big handheld STOP sign.  One day when I was waiting in line I witnessed a minivan blow right by the principal, who was standing in the middle of the crosswalk with the STOP sign held high.  The minivan did not slow down or stop for her.  It had a row of Mickey Mouse decals along the bottom of the rear windshield.

In tonight’s email, the principal said things have gotten so bad that “a parent actually threatened to run over one of our teachers.”

Really?  What kind of asshole threatens to run over a teacher, no matter how stupid he or she thinks the rule is?

I’ve clocked the wait time for cars picking up or dropping off children.  At its worst, the wait can be as long as 10 minutes.  You can avoid wait times completely by arriving earlier in the morning, or parking down the street and walking, or walking the children to school.  If you’re running late, school is not the place where you can make up time.  I’ve been there, I know how it is.  You’re busy, I’m busy, everybody’s busy.

But this is your child.  These are our children. And their teachers.  If you get held up because you arrived too late to find a parking space or get to the front of the line, so what?!  Take a deep breath, follow the rules, and drive safely.  Being on time for your morning meeting or an after school playdate or soccer practice is not more important than the safety of our community.

I love it here.  I love our school.  I lament the bad planning of the traffic situation, the lack of a bike lane, and the too-narrow sidewalk.  But I adapted, and so should you.  There is so much to appreciate about Agoura Hills and the public schools.  Don’t make it miserable for everybody else just because you’re miserable.  Chill the eff out.  Your children will become better people if you do.

Dear Santa: LEGO Pirates of the Caribbean

Kyle checks out the multi-plane camera at the Frank G. Wells Building at Disney

We’ve been to a lot of Halloween parties the last few weeks. The first one was thrown by Disney Interactive on the lot at Disney in Burbank. My kids were in heaven – there were video games to play all around the room, and lots of sugary cookies to eat. They basically stationed themselves at the LEGO Pirates of the Caribbean game in the corner and took a break every 20 minutes or so to go put icing on a Tinker Bell cookie and lick it off. Here’s a description of the game:

LEGO Pirates of the Caribbean: The Video Game – This action adventure video game brings to life the Pirates of the Caribbean world and all its colorful characters in LEGO brick form. Rated E10+.

So I guess I know what they want for Christmas. We’re already big LEGO Star Wars fans, so it’s not a surprise that LEGO Pirates would follow, even though the kids haven’t seen any of the movies. What was extra super cool was that the young man helping the kids with the game is a video game tester for Disney Interactive, so he knew what he was doing. The young lady stationed at the game next to them actually designs the games. Proof that video games don’t necessarily rot your brain – they can provide you with a career.