Shes a tad edible.
Alas she’s actually napping for once and unavailable to be nommed on,
so I’ll sit here and chat with you instead!
I listened to a lot of indie rock during my time as a human incubator. A lot. It came as no surprise when I soon realized my teeny tiny little hurricane of a baby preferred the soothing sounds of the Spotify indie station over cutesy [and often creepy!] lullabies. She doesn’t want to hear songs about cradles falling out of trees or the bubonic plague when she can be crooned by men wearing tighter pants than mommy.
Lately she’s especially fond of The Neighborhood, Motion City Soundtrack, and, oddly enough, Coldplay. If I ever meet Chris Martin I should thank him for taking my near-nuclear child down to a much more manageable decibel during naptime.
Though she does love her some Ke$ha. Can’t win ’em all.
In fact, Mia often reminds me of the drunk girl at the bar squealing “OHMIIIIGAWWWD THEY’RE PLAYING MY SONG!!!!” She has a lot of favorites and they all make her break out in a wild squealing baby dance party of hysterical proportions. She also has absolutely zero tolerance for a certain musician who’s name rhymes with Baylor Mift. It is a name we do not speak of in this household for fear of what may ensue. The second M hears her voice, she screams the paint off the walls. Every. Time.
I know what you’re thinking: total coincidence, right? Not quite! We’ve tested the theory countless times and this kid can spot a Taylor Swift song within the first few chords. It’s uncanny. My sister in law put her playlist on shuffle to see if Mia would react to the offending songs and the poor kid went from smiling to screeching every time one popped up; seriously! I nearly had to flee a restaurant once because of their choice of radio station. I can only imagine what her teenage years are going to be like…
And now I feel old. I’m going to go squeeze my butt into a pair of torn up skinny jeans and pretend I’m not approaching my thirties. Pass the chocolate, will ya?
For those of you who came here for food,
here are a few bowls of yum from the archives: