GoGo tells me she wants to grow up and be a Rock Star first, and then a Doctor.
I knew the doctor bit, as she has told me several times now that becoming a doctor is on her to-do list.
The rock star thing was a bit of a surprise but perhaps shouldn't of been.
This is a girl who very much like her mother, loves to blast her favorite music (Hannah Montana) while singing at the top of her voice and shaking her hair wildly and gyrating across the room.
Ok. Maybe not the wild hair and gyration bits. Or at least only when in the presence of one, Sir Paul.
But the blasting and singing loudly, definitely.
So I got to thinking about which songs/musicians remind me of each of my little people. It's hard to sum up someone in less than 3 minutes and set it to music but let's try.
Some are born boogiers and others toe-tappers/head-nodders. My three accurately represent..
GoGo-cheerleader cute with a touch of crazy...hmmm. This is a girl who's favorite line of "Get Back" is wearing her high heel shoes and a low neck sweater, Get Back Loretta.
Perhaps a combination of California Girls and Crazy Train. Can you say Boogier?
D-sensitive soul who loves up tempo. I would say "Hey Jude" because, well...do I really need to explain?
But maybe more like Yellow Submarine and Rocket Man. Really. He's my toe-tapper/head-nodder.
Agent P-what I love about this baby is that she digs ALL musical genres. She will boogie to anything better than the whir of the dishwasher. I have seen her shake her head and sidestep like Axl Rose to the music of a car commercial.
Possibly Wild Night and Beck. Oh yes. Not positive at this early stage but definitely could be another Boogier.
I grew up in a house that had music on 24/7. My dad had (and still does) a small portable boom-box in the kitchen and that thing played All.The.Time.
He would switch stations occasionally but it was generally blues on AM, classic rock or what I like to call "Happy Days" music. The songs you would hear if you watched the show...groups like the Platters, Tommy James and the Shondells, etc.
At Christmas he would find a station and should you wake up to pee in the middle of the night, there would be "Chestnuts Roasting" at 2am.
If I went to my grandma's house, it would be the same thing with a slight change in musical genre.
Big Band and baseball games. St. Louis Cardinals, thankyouverymuch. And it wasn't a boom-box, just a small transitor radio in the kitchen and a desktop in her bedroom. But on All.The.Time.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Maybe I have the next Van Morrison/Hannah Montana/Jack Johnson in my house right now.
Let the toe tapping/head nodding/boogying begin.
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