It started just after he turned one. During a visit with my parents at TheFarm, BigBrother discovered their clock-radio-CD player. In it was an 80’s CD. The first song was “What I Like About You” by The Romantics. The dancing that ensued was hilarious. And it hasn’t stopped.
Every time we get to my parents house, BigBrother exclaims, “Dance Radio! Dance Radio!” And we all traipse upstairs to my parents’ room and have an eighties style dance party. I think I need to be sporting a side ponytail, bigger glasses and florescent colored clothing but, well, no thank you. I did that once and I’m not looking to do a repeat fashion mistake. We all laugh and dance. It’s like a fun workout.
My Mother, bless her, bought the CD for BigBrother’s second birthday. And so now his room has turned into an 80’s style dance club. All day long. And all night, too! You see, we have played a “night time” CD for the kid since birth. It was a calming mix of classical piano. I have fond memories of rocking him in the middle of the night and listening to beautiful piano tunes. Shortly after his birthday, when he discovered the presence of said CD in his own room, we started having fights at night.
“DANCE RADIO! DANCE RADIO!” I would sigh. “No, honey. Let’s listen to our night time CD. It’s nice and calm.” He would scream. “DANCE RADIO!” For awhile, I demanded that he listen to his classical music at night. For awhile, bed time was a huge fight. Finally, I gave up.
So, after two years of listening to intellectually stimulating music in his sleep, my son now listens to the 80’s in bed. Which, in turn, means that we listen to the 80’s in bed via the monitor. It’s like a Time Warp over here. Bed time, of course, isn’t as much of an issue now that we’re not fighting over music choices. And last night? We had a full on dance party before he got in bed. FireDad, BigBrother, LittleBrother and I all shucked and jived around the room to BigBrother’s favorite song, of which he has taught himself an alarming number of words. (Of course, the main word in the song just happens to be, “HEY!,” so we also hear that all day long.)
Letting him listen to a mix of 80’s music isn’t going to set back all the smart brain waves from two years of classical music. Right? RIGHT?! Sigh.
The 80’s were cool and all. But maybe he could start digging one of the bagillion 90’s mixes that FireDad and I have made over the years. (Because, like our son, we’re not digging any current music. Unless it’s Justin Timberlake. No, really.) I’d really like to fall asleep to the same music that I fell asleep to during my angsty teenage years. That sounds sweet! But I’m sure he’ll find that music lame. Just like I did my own parents’ music back in the day.
Ah, generations of music.