Written, produced, and directed by Dad O.

Today was a tremendously snowy, crappy day. The major declared a weather emergency, and all that jazz.

While I was battling the elements trying to get the work, my snowbound wife was battling a cantankerous baby who was outdoing herself with respect to crankiness. By the end of the day, the cranky baby was still being a cranky baby, and Mom-O had a doctor's appointment fast approaching. To avoid Babe-O being dragged out of the house into the snowy afternoon and then into a boring appointment, I came home from work early and took over baby duty.

That meant Babe-O and Dad-O were home alone for a few hours, which doesn't happen very often.

Whenever Babe-O and I are on our own, we try to keep things interesting, just because it's an unusual thing and we don't always get to hang out as much as we'd like. Today we broke out the camera my parents gave us this Christmas to shoot a video.

Ever since she was quite tiny, Babe-O loved for me to sing her Dire Wolf, by the Grateful Dead (with lyrics modified slightly to exclude references to murder and whiskey). My lack of milk-producing boobs means that when she's upset, our little song is often our only hope. So we shot a little music video, complete with scenes starring Babe-O's favorite cocker spaniel. 

We had fun doing it and she got a kick out of watching it on the big screen when we were done. And maybe, if things ever get really ugly and I'm not around, our little video just might save the day. When all else fails, try the homemade Dire Wolf music video.