Clara's Heart: Barenaked Lady

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Barenaked Lady

She hates clothes, and she eats now, so we celebrate with a little song parody tonight...


Chickity China, the Chinese Chicken (Good luck getting it out of your head now!)

It's been... one week since you looked at us
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm hungry"
Five days since you laughed at us saying
"Get a big bottle, come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
We realized you don't need tubes, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday... you ate all your food
and you'll still be tube free and hungry tomorrow

2 comments:

AliAugust 16, 2012 at 11:38 PM
Hahaha! I love that song, and especially your version of it! I am so happy she is doing so well. Keep up the good work!
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charlywallyAugust 20, 2012 at 4:13 AM
Love it! I am so happy for you guys!
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Clara and Family

"Welcome to Holland" by Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Sistine Chapel, Gondolas. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.
Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland!”
“Holland?” you say. “What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It’s just a different place.
So, you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.
But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around. You begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. And Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.” And the pain of that experience will never, ever, ever, go away. The loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.