The Sweetest School of Rock
We are a very musical family. Scott and I met, and fell in love, playing music together. We still play when Hayden will tolerate it, and we love to crank it up in the car when we’re on dates.
One or more of us is always humming or jazz handsing around the house (okay, I am the only one jazz handsing).
Hayden has inherited our love for music, and from time to time I like to give him “music lessons.” These are not lessons on how to play- they are lessons on how to listen.
And we rock it.
Sometimes in the car with the iPod. Anything goes, really. We might listen to Tom Petty (a real toddler-pleaser), or Rush (he was intrigued enough to ask for it again), or Foo Fighters (not so much a toddler-pleaser).
Sometimes at home with Scott’s old and somewhat random collection. Tonight was one of those nights, and I went for the cheese.
Def Leppard- Photograph was a big hit. He claims he wants to listen to it again tomorrow at breakfast.
ZZ Top- The kid’s was grinning ear to ear, especially since he has daddy’s old Matchbox ZZ Top car that’s on the cover.
And then there was Van Halen. At first Hayden’s eyes grew wide as ping pong balls, but it was only a matter of time before he was singing along.
“Oh oh oh, Janie’s crying.”
About halfway through the song he brought the album cover to me in the kitchen. He pointed to the picture of David Lee Roth on the back cover and said in the most concerned voice, “Mama, do you think that’s Janie?”
His innocence is The Sweetest.