when Sarah brought down a fussy Baby Awesome to me cause she’d had to deal with his awesome fussiness all day long. When one is delivered a fussy baby, one usually attempts to quiet the little beast. Last night, I quieted Baby Awesome with some music.
But not just any music. Oh no.
No Teletubbies, Barney, Disney, nursery rhymes or whatnot (although I’m sure there will be a time and a place for such things.)
Nope. I used pop music. More specifically I used Milli Vanilli’s ‘Blame It On the Rain’. And Roman hushed…because he knew right then and there that any time he had a gripe he could just go ahead and blame it on the rain, ’cause the rain don’t mind and the rain don’t care.
He also really enjoyed the first few tracks of the new Thermals album. And Sarah reports that of Montreal and The Walkmen also strike his fancy. He doesn’t like Mariah Carey. As soon as one of her songs came on at Price Chopper last night he cried and spit up.