Sunday, February 27, 2011

As a lifelong music-lover, fewer things warm my heart as much as when my kids take a liking to a particular song.  Granted, when they are really young, it's often aided by repetition on my part, but it seems that they really do begin to respond to certain music...rather, certain songs, and I will play them to their little hearts' contents, just so long as it's not something terrible like a Spongebob or Dora song.  (My tolerance is low, I know.  The kids don't miss out, though.  Adam's tolerance is very, very high.)

At just over a year old, Patrick's favorite song was "Downtown" by Petula Clark.  We sang it constantly.  He asked for it constantly.  This lasted about 10 months, though he still asks for it and can sing along like he just heard it yesterday.  Other favorites are "Bushel and a Peck" from Guys and Dolls, Bing Crosby's "MacNamara's Band," (which he has deemed the Patrick Song), all Christmas music, and the newest addition, The Beatles' "Yellow Submarine."  A pretty typical kid's musical library, really; catchy songs, to which he can easily sing along (and does...all day long.)

Little Leo has just started to pick up on certain songs, discovered by accident as we're driving along in the car.  I actually really like them both (only two), so we listen to them fairly frequently.  One will calm him or put him to sleep every time.  This works like a charm.  This really was discovered by accident as he was having a meltdown in the car.  The song started to play, and there was silence...until it ended.  This, naturally, meant that we listened to it on repeat the entire way home.  The song?  Zee Avi's "Bitter Heart."  Have a listen:

 And then we come to the song that helped us discover that our little Leo also liked to sing, and that his cute little scratcy voice is also expressed in song.  While it's not my favorite song from Into the Wild, it's definitely one of them.  Good work, little Leo.  Enjoy!

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