My 4 week old son likes rock music...

No seriously. I discovered first that he loved music in the van. If there is anything my 4 week old son despises, its being in his car seat. Doesn't matter if hes freshy fed, changed and in a deep sleep; if his bum touches the car seat it elicits blood curdling screams. Insert binky, gently swing the carseat, and pray the motion puts him to sleep!


So on a trip back from the store, he was wailing because I had him in the sling until we left, and he had to go back in his seat. I wanted to poke my eyeballs out! So I turned the music up some to save my sanity.. What's this? no tears? The little bugger likes music!

So that has been my primary tool for car rides, turn up the radio so he can hear it (I usually have it shifted so you can only hear it in the front because my oldest complains about my music choices lol)

Well the poor guy has a swollen sore testicle. I mean like his right one is cherry tomato size (but not color!). I called the pediatrician, he said it's probably a simple hydrocele and not a big deal, but to bring him by on monday to be sure. Well he's pretty grumpy because it hurt him, and who can blame him. I don't have any and I hurt looking at him.

ANYWHO! Last night I was having trouble comforting him, and I remembered the music. I turned the Slacker Radio on my phone, and it happened to still be on a rock station I created but I was desprately in a hurry to comfort him so I turned it on and stuffed it into his swing next to him..

SILENCE! His little eyes even got heavy. But after he was calm, I felt guilty about making him listen to rock music. You know, all those studys that say heavy music stresses babies and makes them dumb and classical soothes them and makes them geniuses. So I changed it to classical. SCREAMS! No joke. I tried for a few minutes, he was having none of it.

So I tried kids music, I put it on veggietales. Nope, hates veggietales. So lacking any other ideas, I put it back to rock. silence.

I have tried this experiment a few more times to see if it was a coincidence, and it is not. He definitely prefers the rock music, and even is picky about what kind. I think I may have listened to too much while I was pregnant

It played a Disturbed song, blissful silence. It played an Orgy song, a little irritated. It played a Godsmack song, and I swear I saw an almost smile. Daddy called in the middle of a Mudvayne song and made my phone ring (Invader Zim's Gir - The Doom Song) and he lost it until I got the music back on.

I am not quite sure how to feel about this. Surely this can't be detrimental? Especially if it soothes him? I am not breeding some kind of psycho killer am I? I mean, I listen to it, DH listens to it, all our friends do too and we're pretty okay people. No homicidal maniacs among us.

So if music soothes the savage beast; Who am I to argue with what kind?

When to stop doing mean things to eachother in front of your 3 year old: Even jokingly

I have to admit, I am careful around the kids, but sometimes when I get wound up I slip. My husband and I are very playful, and we often do incredibly mean things to eachother to laugh. It sounds worse than it is... Okay well maybe it is bad.

For instance we are in the kitchen doing dishes together, and I get spanked by Joel with a wooden spoon. I am so startled I shout "Oh shit, that's it I am gonna whoop your ass" then wrestle the spoon from his hand and chase him around the kitchen. Laughter ensues, mostly from the kids. Occasionally I will get scolded by Kaevuh. "Mommy, don't spank Daddy!"

I also can not count the number of times I have been assaulted by a bare hairy butt. Walk into the bedroom, and I practically trip over his bare rear end staring at me. "Haha, you looked" he shouts and quickly covers his nipples. Rightly so, he deserves a nipple pinh for that.

Well anyway, I think it is time we clean up our childish behavior a bit. While exeedingly hilarious, I heard and saw this from my daughter today.

Kaevuh: *gasp* Mommy! Is that a scary monster
Me: *not feelign the greatest, trying to stuff down my breakfast before I puke* Sure
Kaevuh: I'm gonna kick his ass!
Me: *first looking up in shock, then turning my head so she doesn't hear me giggle* No Kaevuh, don't say that. You're going to kick the monsters BUTT.
Kaevuh: His buttCRACK?
Me: Sure
Kaevuh: *hops up and runs to the window, and beats up a pretend monster for about 3 seconds, then pulls her pants down over her butt and presses it to the bay window in the dining room* Look at my buttcrack!
Me: *not sure wether to laugh, or scold. Choking back giggles I try and muster up a serious tone* Kaevuh, pull your pants up and get back to the table, that's not nice. Don't do that.

As funny as it was, and I am still snickering here writing about it, I know it was wildly inappropriate and I am just thankful she did it at home rather than in public, or with family. Although I am pretty sure my side of the family would be no less than rolling on the floor laughing to tears. I guess it's time to keep the inappropriate joking out of sight. My children have absolutely no chance at ever being normal.