Posts Tagged ‘guitar’

Baby’s 1st Birthday Party Canceled Due To Snow and Baby Sings To Nine Inch Nails

Monday, February 1st, 2010

My daughter “the diva” is now 11 months old, but she’ll be turning 1 in three days. About a week after she turned 11 months, she started to do a real crawl! I was thrilled because most of the other babies I’ve seen were crawling at like 8 months old. She can’t pull herself fully up to a standing position, but she goes to the tippy tops of her knees and then she get frustrated since she can’t get up any further. Sometimes I give her a little boost and she can pull herself up from that point. She now opens & closes her hands, and can also put her hands on her head. Today I looked in her mouth and the poor thing has 4 molars coming in, and 2 incisor teeth. No wonder she’s been super cranky this week. We go to the doctor for her 1-year checkup/shots ON her birthday. Good thing she won’t know it’s her birthday because I feel bad about her having to get shots then.

As for music, she still loves to sway and sing along when her dad plays guitar for her. It’s funny because my husband and I will harmonize on a song and hold the note, and she will belt out a flat note REALLY loudly and makes us crack up. A few weeks ago I was cleaning the floor, so I decided to play some music to help me deal with the chore. I was playing Nine Inch Nails (NIN) and the song “Hurt” came on. “The Diva” was playing with her toys on a mat, and about 10 seconds after Trent Reznor stars singing, she started humming and then singing really loudly. I was surprised because “Hurt” isn’t the kind of song with a strong beat or rhythm, at least in the beginning, and the vocals aren’t high pitched or upbeat. Then I remembered that this child has been hearing the band Ours and other melancholy music her entire life, so why wouldn’t she respond to that sort of music. Haha.

Since her 1st birthday is on February 8th, we were going to have her very first party this Saturday, the 6th. We never throw parties so this is a big deal. I bought all kinds of decorations, I bought lots of food for cooking & baking, I was going to order a pretzel tray, an ice cream cake, and we were going to have just family over, so we were expecting 17 people. Well, as any of you who live in the North East know, it’s freakin’ snowing out as I type this. Let me rephrase that. It’s a blizzard outside! We’re expecting about 12 inches of snow, and all of the people who were supposed to come to the party live about an hour away, and many of them won’t drive even if it’s only 5 inches of snow. I was going back and forth like crazy yesterday trying to decide if I should cancel it or not, because I never trust the forecasts. But it looks like this is definitely going to be a bad one, so I had to cancel it. I rescheduled it for the following Saturday instead, but because it’s last minute and Valentine’s Day weekend, 4 or 5 of the people can’t come to the party now. I’m annoyed with Mother Nature because I bought all this food to make like 2 big ziti’s among other things, and now I don’t need that much. Plus I’ll probably have to buy new produce since that stuff goes bad so quickly. I also heard that we might get snow next wknd also. If that happens, I’m just going to have her party anyway, and whoever shows up, shows up. Even if it’s just us three and maybe I’ll invite the neighbors to help eat the food. I’m not good with change and love consistency, so whenever this last minute stuff comes up it drives me insane. I feel bad for my little girl, but I know that 1 year olds have no clue what’s going on anyway. Hopefully having snow on her birthday doesn’t become a pattern, like that one little girl I saw in the news who is 3 or 4 years old and has never had a birthday party because EVERY one of them has been canceled due to snow. Poor kid.

Starting Solids, Rolling Over, and Introduction To Beautiful Jeff Buckley

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

Even though I was given the ‘ok’ from the pediatrician to start my daughter on rice cereal at 4 months old, I didn’t start her on it until she was 5 1/2 months old. I didn’t want to rush things and I read a lot of information that said you should actually wait until they’re 6 months old. I knew she was ready because whenever I ate my own cereal in the morning she would stare me down and open & close her mouth like a fish. I’ve heard that the first time you try to give your baby solids, expect it to go bad, so I braced myself for the tight lips, the crying, and the pushing away. Surprisingly, she LOVED it. She gave me a big smile on the very first spoonful, and she ate the entire serving. Finally, something that went nice and easy for me. She’s definitely a good eater, just like her mama. Only instead of cheesecake, chocolate, and ice cream, she likes to dive into sweet potatoes, peas, even prunes. I still haven’t found anything she doesn’t like. Actually, I once tried to give her a spoonful of the jarred Beef & Broth, and she made the biggest grimace ever. I tasted the stuff and I didn’t blame her. It looked and tasted like cat food so I threw it out. She prefers my homemade Turkey Sloppy Joe’s anyway (I have a great recipe btw..if you ever want it just email/leave me a comment).

At the end of 5 months she finally started to roll over from belly to back, to the right. Other kids were rolling in both directions and their parents loved to tell me about it and ask about my daughter’s progress. As a first time mom, it really is hard not to compare your kids to other kids because you want to know what “normal” is, whatever that means, so I did my best to fight the urge. I think my favorite part about 5 months old was that she finally started to sleep longer stretches at night, and I only had to nurse her once through the night, usually around 2:00 a.m. This gave her a 5 hour stretch of sleeping since she usually went to bed at 9:00 p.m., and I’m told that 5 hours is considered “sleeping through the night” (STTN) for a baby. It is amazing what sleep can do for you when you haven’t had it in sooo long.

As for music, my husband and I constantly would make up songs for her. He would write his own songs and play them on the guitar for her, usually acoustic, and I would usually make up little jingles on the spot. She really loved to hear “her” songs, as in the songs we made up that have her name in the song. Whenever she would hear them she’d get really excited and if she was in her bouncy chair she’d start rocking it like crazy. She was now in a period where she was crying less so I didn’t have to resort to singing constantly to calm her, but I still did anyway. I tried out some Jeff Buckley on her for the first time, by starting with “Hallelujah” (of course). She got really quiet and stared at me during most of the song. Then I played “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” and sang along with it to her (Damn, I love this song). I actually got a smile out of her during it; can you blame her? Haha. Beautiful song. Ah, Jeff. R.I.P. Whenever I would drive anywhere with her I would carefully select a cd to play for her. I usually stuck with softer, “art rock,” but every now and then I’d throw in some Rage Against The Machine. She didn’t seem to react to that either way. I’m curious to see what her music preferences will be as a toddler and if she really will like alternative rock as much as nursery rhymes. I shall have to wait and see.

Crying It Out To Radiohead, Late Milestones, and Advice-Crazy Mothers

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

My baby had been sleeping in the Pack-N-Play bassinet in our bedroom since she was born. When she hit 4 months old, I figured it was time to let her use the nice crib in her own room. As with most new parents, the idea of having her so far away from me at night (meaning the next room over) terrified me since I was still paranoid about listening to make sure she was breathing. I did have an audio monitor, but you can’t use that for breathing, so that wasn’t reassuring. Plus, my daughter’s cry is LOUD, so I didn’t even need the monitor. You can honestly hear her cry if you’re in the shower, with the bathroom door closed, and she’s in a room all the way down the hall with her door closed. On the first night that I tried to put her in her crib at night by herself, I had first prepared myself by reading some tips online from people to make it work. A lot of people suggested the timed “cry it out” method, where you go in every 5, 10, 15 minutes to reassure the baby that you didn’t abandon them. This is a sleep-training method invented by Dr. Ferber. Well, we tried it. As with Colic, breastfeeding, and teething, it broke my heart hearing her scream, and we both were in tears. BUT, I have to say, she did fall asleep at the 20-minute interval. (So that was a total of 50 minutes.) We continued to use this method the next day for naps. On the 2nd night for bedtime she fell asleep at the 15 minute interval. By the 5th day she was asleep at the 10 minute interval and that was good enough for me. Two weeks later she barely cried for 2 minutes and then she’d fall asleep. We did use the pacifier so every now and then I’d have to run in her room to put it back in her mouth, but I could deal with that. I know that a lot of people don’t agree with the cry it out (CIO) method, but it was the right choice for me- at least the progressive time one. I would never let her cry more than 20 minutes straight.

A fun development that happened at 4 months was she started to blow “raspberries.” I was hoping that she’d do it because I know that not all babies do every particular milestone. I mean I was already getting comments from my mom on how her friends’ grandchildren were rolling over already, and shouldn’t my daughter? No she wasn’t rolling yet. Who cares! I don’t know what’s more annoying: getting unsolicited baby advice from people when you’re pregnant -OR- getting comments from people comparing your baby to other babies. I tried to tune people out when they made the comparison comments, since they were usually said in a negative, concerning matter, and who asked them anyway. As the books say, every baby is different. My baby wasn’t rolling yet, but she was making raspberries. Plus, she showed preferences for certain modern rock songs that I liked. So there. :)  Her favorite that month seemed to be Radiohead. She would quiet down during “No Surprises” or “Fake Plastic Trees.” During the day when she would hear more upbeat music, she would start to rock herself in her bouncy seat, especially when my husband would play guitar for her. I don’t mean she’d gently rock herself in her chair. Instead, she looked like she was trying to win a rocking race, and she’d kick her legs like crazy with this super serious look on her face like it was her JOB to move like that when the music was playing. We have it on video and it’s pretty funny.

As for her size, she was still huge- 95th percentile in height & weight at 17.5 lbs and 25.75 inches. But I loved every chubby inch of her. Actually she didn’t really look chubby; she just weighed a lot. Oh, and this was another thing that dear ole’ mom had to get her say in about. “Should she be this big? Maybe you’re feeding her too much.”  Okay, first she didn’t like me breastfeeding because she thought I wasn’t feeding her enough since she couldn’t measure how much milk the baby got; and now she doesn’t like me breastfeeding because she thinks I’m feeding her too much. Ah, mothers. Oh wait, I’m one now. I mean, ah…mothers from a different generation who don’t want to get up on the times. :)

Baby’s Introduction to Acoustic Guitar, Alternative Rock Music, & Nursery Jingles

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

We didn’t waste any time introducing our daughter to live music. On her 2ndday home from the hospital, my husband treated her to her first living room concert, which consisted of him playing acoustic guitar and singing, with me harmonizing. He played a variety of alternative rock covers and a few originals, and I think it was the most captive audience he ever had. While in her bouncy seat, she didn’t take her little eyes off of him or the guitar. She seemed to enjoy the show, which for an infant basically meant that she didn’t cry. Haha. That evening I played her cds which included some of the same songs I used to play her on my mp3 player when she was in my belly. I figured it would be calming to her since it would be something familiar. Yes, who knew that Nine Inch Nails could be associated with calming a baby.  “The Frail” off of “The Fragile” album, anyone?

Over the next few weeks, my husband continued to perform little concerts for our daughter and she actually seemed to develop preferences. Besides liking the songs she was familiar with from hearing them in utero, she liked Guns N Roses’ “Sweet Child of Mine,” which is kind of funny because I hate that song. I have no respect for Axl Rose or his behavior, I don’t like his voice, his dancing, or his songs. So it’s a little amusing, and annoying, that my “musically groomed” child not only likes “Sweet Child of Mine”, but also “Patience,” and”November Rain” by GNR. My husband likes those songs, so he continues to play them for her. I think the only reason she likes “Sweet Child of Mine” is because of the guitar intro in the song. I guess it kind of resembles the sound of a nursery lullaby. Speaking of lullabies, she absolutely LOVES the song “Meet Me in the Tower,” off the album “Distorted Lullabies,” by the band Ours. Because of that, I haven’t lost faith that she will develop a good taste in music, like her mom. In a future blog post I’ll explain more in how that song saved my sanity for the first 3 months of her life.

The outcome of having two musical parents is that they tend to write a lot of songs about their life, which includes their children. So my daughter already has about 5 songs about her. But they aren’t real songs. They are jingles. Really corny, kid-friendly jingles. The kind that you don’t really want other people to hear you sing, but you know that it makes your child smile or laugh, so you sing them anyway.  I’ll embarrass myself by singing to her in public about her belly button or her Love Bug toy just to get a squeal. Maybe the true test of being a parent is being willing to make a fool out of yourself to make your baby happy. If so, I passed with flying colors.