Boo Boo’s Top Five Fave Tunes
Before my little guy was born, I sort of vowed that I wouldn’t go and buy those Baby Einstein CDs. Hell, if I can’t recognize Mozart, why should my newborn? I completely intend to keep him less intelligent than I for as long as possible. Am I really giving him a bum deal by holding out on the classical tunes? Nah.
And how about baby music? Sure, I sing to him (poor child), but I’ve avoided the baby music CDs as well (or should I say MP3s). Here’s my thinking: Is it so horrible to share a little of my musical taste with my child and delay what will likely be years of baby rock to come? I don’t think so. Am I evil for not introducing Elmo’s grating voice? Hardly. In fact, I think I’m doing him a great service.
That said, Boo Boo’s fave tunes may not look like a typical baby music list, but I swear he likes them. I swear.
5. “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”: Okay, this one’s a baby tune, but what makes it exceptional is that he especially delights in my rendition. If you’ve ever heard me sing (and I assure you, you haven’t), you know how remarkable this is. Just the first few notes of this song send utter joy throughout his little bones. And who can’t love that?
4. “Crazy Love” by Van Morrison: Why wouldn’t he dig this song?
3. “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz: Corny Alert: I sang this song (a lot) to Boo Boo while he was busy getting ready to join the world. Yeah, I’m a bit of a softy deep down. I don’t really know if he likes it, but I need to believe he does.
2. “Everywhere I Go” by Jackson Brown: I have a “Frederick’s Mix” on my iPod and played it over and over and over and over (you get the idea) when he was very little. Something about this song calmed every time. It’s not even a mellow song. I don’t get it. Great tune, but I’ll never quite figure out the miraculous spell it had on my boy.
1. “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” by Beastie Boys: Oh no, the irony isn’t lost on me. Boo Boo has fallen asleep to this song more than once. I wasn’t anywhere near Brooklyn. Wasn’t even remotely headed in that direction, actually. And yet, sleep. Go figure.
Now if I could just get him to stop crying while I’m playing Ani DiFranco, we’d be all set.