My favorite example of late is her capacity to listen to and enjoy music. Of course it is. You know me. A few days ago in the car she interrupted a really stellar car seat tantrum to chime in with the refrain of NA NA NAs at the end of Hey Jude. What can I say? The kid has good taste, and loves a sing-along hook. And NA is one of the three words she knows well, aside from the aforementioned DA and EEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Lila also has a penchant for offering her opinion on the quality of different musics without hesitation. I wonder where she gets that from. Just before bed one night we sat on the rug in her room, my iPod plugged into her little stereo. As I scrolled through track after track she looked at me and eagerly gave either an approving laugh or a red-eyed wail, though never a neutral reaction. Some of her favorites include Nena's 99 Red Luftballons and The Polyphonic Spree's Light and Day. The one song that made her cry the hardest was Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up. Yeah, that's right. Rick Astely, you made my daughter cry, which you specifically promised you would not do. Astely-jerk.
After the tears we had a pretty good dance party, which is the first one we've had since Lila has been out in the real world. Here are the ones that really got her moving and giggling:
Mutato Muzika Orchestra, Hey Jude.
Nelly Furtado, I'm Like A Bird.
Nena, 99 Red Luftballoons.
Phish, My Sweet One.
The Polyphonic Spree, Light and Day.
Ahh, what the H. Here's a little Astley for you all. Try not to cry.
You know what, Lila? I won't give you up, let you down, run around and desert you either. But I will flip you upside down and kiss you. See?