"The curdled milk song"

Last week Don was out of town on business. He came home with this cat puppet for AJ, which he initially referred to by the brand on its tag, but eventually christened "Aguirre," based on my mother's facetious claim that my first words were "Aguirre, wrath of God" (the "wrath of God" part, she concedes, was somewhat garbled).

Anyway, Aguirre likes to sing little songs, apparently.

On a related note, I tasted breast milk that had gone off this morning, and it definitely made me sad.  It was reassuring to know that there was absolutely no question about it, at least.

Music Monday: The Wind and Rain

As is fairly typical, we often swing and sway with AJ to get her to go to sleep. The first song with which we had a lot of success at this was "Didn't Leave Nobody But the Baby," which means that a song about sororicide and making musical instruments out of corpses is actually taking us in a LESS morbid direction.

Anyway, this song is an old favorite of mine, and Gillian Welch's version is slow and a bit droning, qualities that seem to work well in baby lullabies.