When I knew I was going to have a baby, I remember wondering to myself, “self, are you going to figure out what the babies are into these days or are you going to just buy stuff that you liked as a kid?” I thought about it and decided that I would definitely be open to new stuff that babies find appealing and I tried. I bought the Baby Einsteins and okay…maybe that’s it except for Dora, which I know a lot of people hate so shut up already, I need my downtime.
Anyway, being a creature of habit and a whore for nostalgia, I already make her listen to Free To Be You and Me.
This album (okay, also now owned in CD) is the best of all time. Maybe because I listened to it so much that I can recite Carol Channing’s “Housework” with the best of the Channing impersonators. Vegas, look-out. Seriously, can you listen to William Wants a Doll and not tear up just a little, teensy bit? Well that’s okay cause like Rosey Grier sings, “It’s All Right To Cry.” I also, play the soundtrack to Really Rosie like 10 times a day, and only own the Classic Sesame Street CD with all the songs I love. And every night we read mom’s favorite books: Sylvester and the Magic Pebble, Loveable Lyle, anything by Richard Scarry, Where the Wild Things Are, Eloise (although we’re starting her with this flappy version that she is addicted to already).
I’m not sure if it’s that I’m not open to new things or if it’s just that I needed an excuse to hear some things I was mad mad mad for in the past. I mean, if I’m in a sushi restaurant I’m all for trying something new – provided it doesn’t have eyes. And I will go to a movie that I’m not crazy to see with a little cojoling and possibly love it. When it comes to clothes I do tend to pick the same stuff over and over and the same goes for shoes. My fleet. All black and chunky.
When I was in high school and, if I’m being honest, now, I’d find a song I like and literally become addicted to it. I’d have to hear it every moment of everyday. I can vividly remember the feeling of my heart hurting when I had to go to school and lose 8 listening hours from Hall and Oates “Kiss on My List.” Pretty pathetic.
Let’s hope I don’t pass this on to my daughter. Fuck, I’m already doing it.