The tulips are out; the cows are back. Since I am more or less back to my normal size again I got to spring all of my dresses and skirts from their attic imprisonment. LL and I got all cuted up and met the Captain for lunch.
She turned 3 months old on Sunday and she has changed so much! She has started cooing along to the guitar when I play for her. She is also working on grabbing objects with two hands. This weekend’s excitement was playing at the table with an avocado. Textures are fun. She is still eating ’round the clock. We are now at a minimum of 2 hours during the day and stretching between 2-3 hours between feeds at night. I am sure in 3 more months when we start solids that will all change, but for now I am settling into this routine. At least she seems calmer now that I can anticipate her hunger before she gets upset.
It has been fun to watch her go from a helpless, flailing (albeit cute) mass, to a happy, smiling, interactive infant.
Today we are supposed to list a song you hate. Hate is a harsh word. There is not really ‘a’ song I loathe with the fire of a thousand suns, but there are several that make me want to find a mute button right quick. This is especially true for artists who think very highly of themselves and whose videos have them traipsing about as if they believe you want to jump their bones right then and there. I have a newsflash for you: if you have to try that hard to seem sexy – you are doing it wrong.
It was hard for me to whittle down the list of awfulness. I could have picked songs at random from such bands as the Insane Clown Posse, Korn, or Slipknot (incidentally the guitarist of this band invited me to a concert in Austin back when I was in college, but that is neither here nor there), but seeing as I don’t like this entire Genre of music I don’t really have much opportunity to pick a song I hate from the vast catalog of scary metal music.
Instead, I chose to pick a song that I run into on a regular basis, which makes me lunge for the remote. It was a close tie between this guy Mohimbe and Inna (all three of which think they are God’s gift to our species), but Colonel Reyel has been on heavy rotation in the countdowns. His song ‘Celui’ combines the use of third grade creative writing-style lyrics with heavy use of autotune (not for artistic reasons as I can tell, but because dude can’t sing) and a smattering of hand gestures and scenes that make me stop watching the video because I am embarrassed for him. He reminds me of a 13-year-old girl who gets gussied up and tries to hit on college guys. You just cringe knowing how awkward it all is.
Somehow his new song also made the top 10. I am wondering if Virgin knows that there are other songs out there that are more worthy of a countdown spot?
There is a fun little game going around facebook called the 30-Day song challenge. I am playing it there, but I thought I would bring it over to the blog as well (in the interest of having something more interesting to talk about than just feeding and changing an infant!).
Day 1: Your favorite song.
This song gets me to the core. It is at once crushing, uplifting, and beautiful. It is a song for imperfect people. Many versions of the song exist, sung my many different artists. I like the Rufus Wainwright version the best (followed closely by Jeff Buckley’s version). It makes me confront my many mistakes, but realize that I am a broken person, living in a broken world, but still able to give the most I can give to the equally broken people whom I love.
The tulips are out; the cows are back. Since I am more or less back to my normal size again I got to spring all of my dresses and skirts from their attic imprisonment. LL and I got all cuted up and met the Captain for lunch.