I am one of those people that loves music. Love having random dance parties with the little one in her room, love jamming out to some 90's music (when I'm alone and nobody can see how bad of a dancer I really am), playing imaginary drums on the steering wheel to everything that has a beat, singing along to anything I can understand the lyrics to (not Jared's music) I am constantly making playlists which are the soundtrack to my current life. I love me some pandora and the introduction to new groovy little artists from southern england. While I was pregnant I had a baby playlist with sweet little hopeful songs, I made a hospital playlist that played on repeat for 3 days strait when she was born and sometimes when she takes a nap I bust it out for a little sentimental trip down musical memory lane, and I swear it makes her sleep longer!
The house I grew up in was always full of music, my dad is like a human juke-box. He has a song for every cliche saying in existence, seriously, at times it got annoying. There were five of us kids so if it wasn't my big brother and I making up songs about mario-kart, it was my big sisters singing along to some boy band that my parents didn't approve of.
Addiston had shots this morning and can it be possible that my seven month daughter is braver than I? She didn't shed a single tear. For the first shot she just watched and then smiled at the nurse and at the second she gave a tiny, short, little whimper and was done. No gasping, no screams, not a single tear. And I'm impressed! Jared tried to give me the "shots are psychological, they don't really hurt" speech, I didn't listen.
Our friend Nathan, whom we followed down here from ohio comes over for dinner and movies as often as possible. He's one of those people that children and animals go right up to, they know he's safe and gentle. He's endured some trying times in his short twenty something years but he's sweet, kind, and one of the best people I know. Last week he brought Addy a present when he came for dinner, as if he needed to bribe her with presents, she adores him.
Through a long process of chain reaction of things associated with nathan we have named the glowing seahorse Kermy! (please don't ask for explanation) It soothes her whenever she's shall we say high maintenance. And it lights up so thats always a distraction. She fell asleep holding onto it the other night-it was precious!
While my parents were here my dad decided that she needed a drum after watching her smack everything with surface space, and with instructions to "buy the kid a drum" I went to Toys-R-Us (I fear returning to that toy heaven once she's old enough to realize what it is) I skimmed almost every isle of that place before I scored a drum I deemed suitable for my blossoming little musician. She loves it.
And even though it's random little beats of a cheap plastic toy it's beautiful.
She also has discovered that if she blows raspberries on the glass table she can feel the vibrations with her hands and she loves it, does it all the time till she giggles and falls down.
She's so fun right now. Mobile and making me chase her all over the house. Learning my expressions and laughing when she knows she's doing something that she probably shouldn't be. Trying to walk and talk. She says da-da when she's giddy and ma-ma but only when she's really crying hard. I can't believe how much she's growing and learning, how much energy she has. Part of me wants to freeze time and stay in this stage of observance and excitement and another part of me already misses her littleness, the tiny little yawns, how all she wanted me to do was hold her, the sweet little coo's and little lambs cry (not that I don't enjoy the belting whales of her now very strong lungs) It's all beautiful, the giggles, the raspberries, the da-da when she's glad, the whimper of not getting her way, the early morning whaling and the long gone coo's of a newborn whose growing up right in front of our eyes.