Chicky's musical education is going along swimmingly. So far I've successfully purged Raffi from our daily routine and in his place replaced him with Johnny Cash (she can identify a Johnny Cash song after just three notes. Impressive.), Eric Clapton (specifically the song "Lay Down Sally" which, admittedly, is not my favorite but beggars can't be choosers), the White Stripes, the Beastie Boys and introduced her with some success to Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, and assorted folk music, both new and old. Among other artists. She asks me who sings every song that comes on the radio and what the name of it is. It's like being back on the radio.
But her latest love? The Ramones.
Or as she calls them, the Wee-mones.
My heart exploded into fifty million little pieces when she requested them the first time after hearing them only once.
"Mama, can we listen to the Wee-mones on your pewputer?" (translation - computer)
"Mama, can we listen to the Wee-mones in your car?"
"Mama, can we puh-leeeze listen to the Wee-mones in the kitchen???"
"Which song, Chicky?"
"I be See-dated!" (translation - "I wanna be Sedated")
I Wanna Be Sedated is her new love and only Baa Baa Black Sheep gets her more pumped up. We have Sedated, Blitzkreig Bop and Do You Wanna Dance in heavy rotation on my iPod.
In other words, my ears are going to bleed if I have to listen to one of those songs EVER AGAIN. But damn it's cute to hear my baby sing "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go-o-o, I wanna be See-dated!"
Her burgeoning love of all things punk rock coincides nicely with her new attitude - Not quite three going on 16.
On any given day you never know if the adorable little blond girl with the smushable cheeks will show up or the Queen of Angst. Question authority. Don't trust anyone over 30. Parents suck, and all that.
I say yes, she says no. I say black, she says white. I'm ready for her to yell at me through her closed door -that she just slammed in my face - because I ruined her life. Right after she tells me to fuck off and die. Yep, any day now.
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In our house, it's don't trust anyone over 30lbs - yeah, so that leaves the cats.
Thanks for some new ideas - I never would have included my theme song back when I was barely 20 - and in perpetual party mode. I will try any song to purge that madagasdamned "move it move it" song from Bumper's top 100 request list - I want it really, really far down the list. SB actually cried the other day when she begged for it. Find comfort in the fact that Chicky is numbafying something a bit more palatable.
Yeah, it's wrong to hear my daughter singing "Hot Girls" too. My son frequently requests it too.
The songs that they choose to love. And the attitudes. Oy!
1) She should come rock out with the Squad. They really dig The English Beat.
2) Is it "Ring of Fire" because Ian yells "DOWN DOWN DOWN!" when he hears the trumpets.
3) Claudia DID tell me I ruined her entire life already. She is 3.
rock on with your bad self, baby girl. Oi!
That's awesome. My kid's picks right now include Wreckless Eric, The Propellerheads, and Serj Tankian. :)
Oh, and if I didn't know that you didn't live in Ontario, I would have guessed that photo of your daughter was taken in front of our fridge, what with all the Leap Frog magnets and such.
I used to sing "too hot to handle" on the toilet as a kid.
Twisted!
Well, I would say you cultural instruction for her is done! ;)
damn she's got good taste!
my son is smitten with "silly songs" and i'm currently plagued by Martha, Henry and that bucket with a hole in it...
Oh, man, three SUCKS. Sucks hairy, sweaty donkey balls. We're going thru that crap here, too. You have my utmost sympathy.
Mr Cash is really handy when you need to substitue Foo it!
ps.. I also really like the Live at Folsom album when I was in labour. Just a thought.
"Wee-mones" That's awesome. I'm using that from now on.
Look how long her hair is getting. That little wee-mones lover cracks me up.
Isaac's not so much into the punk rock yet but he loves The Proclaimers. When he sings along, he has an Edinburgh accent.
We also have the Leap Frog magnets. They were a "gift" and I use the term loosely from the in-laws. They make my brain bleed.
Let her listen to "Sheena is a punk rocker". Then just change the name to hers.
When my daughter was little, her favorite was "love cats" by the Cure. She used to swing her toddler legs in the carseat and hiss like a cat. Cracked me up every time.
BEST MOM EVER!!! LIKE, EVAR!!!
You are so my new hero.
As a mom, I must say that you must really rock the house! My kids are totally in love with Crazy Frog. I'd take the Wee-mones anyday!
I too could have sworn that the picture was taken at my home. And not only do I have the LF Alphabet Magnets but the Farm ones as well. It sure is quiet around my house...NOT!
And I feel your pain on the attitude. My DD is 4 going on 16 and it isn't pretty. I seriously don't think that she is going to make it to 12 at this rate. Add a screaming 3 year old boy. Yep, it's fun times :)
Sweet.
We're in the same place--I just know Jane's telling me to fuck off and die in her head.
Get used to the eye rolling, because next on the agenda? She's be back-talking under her breath.
Good taste in music there. My girls currently have me shuffling between The White Stripes, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Smashmouth and Lenny Kravitz.
And yeah, the clamor for Primus , the Ramones and others when I'm browsing YouTube. So much that I don't look at YouTube when they are around or they commender the computer.
I'm thinking about getting my six year old some vintage band tee's for teh summer.
My wee one loves rap and rock. She "dirty dances" at 8 and my husband says he sees a pole in her future! We have been in that "You ruined my life, I hate you" stage for a couple of years now. It don't get any better, Sorry.
Oy, I thought 3 was hard, and then I saw 6. Not pretty at all. I think they call it 'punk' for a reason. Question Authority indeed.
We're all about the Dropkick Murphys in the Trenches these days. Chicky needs to come over and ROCK OUT!
I'm making a mix for my son's 5th birthday part and am trying to decide if "Centerfold" is appropriate. He loves it, but obviously doesn't know what it's about. Maybe we'll just keep that one on rotation at our house.
Surely you must be experiencing some kind of payback? After all, kids are nothing more that genetic overflow of ourselves.
Pumpkin is turning 3yrs old next week and loves all the songs that big sister loves. Big sister is 8yrs old so I get to listen to Hannah Montanta, Jonas Brothers, etc. Although, Pumpkin recently heard Boogie Oogie Oogie by A Taste of Honey and now wants to listen to it constantly!
Thanks for the great idea... I'll have to go through & pull out some of those artists for our listening pleasure.
Ciao =)
Um, yeah. Sounds about like the three I know. Plus, they get smart, so they call you on stuff or have good comebacks! What the heezy?! Sorry, kid, I gotta tell you the truth.
But I am loving that she loves the Ramones. I mean, who doesn't, but still, that awesome.
And in our house, when the kid is getting all crazy with her stuffed doggies named Sally, I sing that as "Slow down, Sally."
I can play I Wanna Be Sedated on Guitar Hero, but it's an earworm to me.
So, thanks. Thanks so very much.
:-)
is she ever adorable. punk adorable.
good mama, you. keep the rock up.
WB's fave song is Amy Winehouse's Rehab. Can sing whole verses. Which, you know, is AWESOME, except when she does it in the grocery store in front of the grannies (TWY TO MAKE ME GO TO WE-HAB I SAY NO NO NO)
Can I say it? She's sooooo PRECIOUS!
I love it!! So cute, so cute, so cute! :) (I have to say that I love that song by The Ramones also.. it just gets in your head!) :) I'll be singing it at LEAST for the rest of the day now!
We tried it -- our Girl Friday loves the Ramones too!
Thanks for the tip.
ps.. How's Fisher?
Heh.
Sorry for your luck.
Heh.
I'll tell my daughter to quit giving the Chiclet pointers on how to drive you crazy.
She's so big! Like, she turned into a kid! Wow.
KayTar, like WonderBaby, is a fan of Amy Winehouse.
She's killing me with the cuteness.
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