The Music Man

J decided recently that he loves to listen to music. Correction. He has always enjoyed music, but now he has to have it on all the time. He loves to bop his head along. When he wants music to be played, he starts bopping his head back and forth. When the music shuts off and I look at him, he bops his head some more. If I didn't know him, I would seriously think he had some mental issues with all that bopping. He also dances all over the place and stomps his feet with these giant steps. He looks like he is traveling in slow motion as he turns in a circle and stomps. It's so cute.

His favorite music? Raffi. I'm seriously ready to burn the Raffi cds. We listen to "Baby Beluga" at least 10 times a day. Oh, and he also loves one that talks about shaking hands in any language. If you stick your hand out while this song is playing, he will run over and shake your hand. That makes all the Raffi a little more bearable.

What's that? Change the music? I've tried. For awhile we were able to sneak in a little bit of the Beatles and sometimes we can listen to Bruce Springsteen in the car (but only if it's tracks 5,6,7 on the Seeger sessions cd). Since we will no doubt argue about music later on in life, I'm not going to fight with this one while his only arsenal for arguing is "aaaahhhhhhh!" I'll just listen to that whale song one more time. I know, I know, what would I expect from a kid named J.