It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had a chance to write; not surprisingly, I’ve found a direct (inverse) correlation between Little Dude’s activity level and Daddy’s ability to write about it all. Simply put, shit’s gettin’ crazy over here. We’ve got rolling, and babbling, and scooting – oh my!

Even as it grows easier to keep our guy stimulated and entertained, calming him down becomes steadily more complicated. As he moves around more confidently, he becomes focused on practicing his new skills – even in his crib. Lunge. Roll. Scoot. Sit. Repeat. With all of this new excitement, who has time for sleeping, let alone sitting still?

I don’t know what I would do if it weren’t for that CD we got in music class. You see, since the beginning of the year we’ve been attending classes offered by Sweet Sounds Music Together. (No, they’re not paying me for writing this. But they are awesome.) This lovely organization, which teaches the Music Together curriculum here in San Diego, not only provides Micah and I the excuse to sing and dance with other babies and parents every Monday morning, but also with the recorded material that allows us to boogie down at home. Or in the car. Or a cappella, walking down the street.

I’m telling you, these tunes are straight-up baby crack. Now that he’s hooked, nothing else will take the edge off. I used to brag about how much he digs Chet Baker and the Rolling Stones. Now all he wants is “Wiggle!” or “All Around the Kitchen.” What’s a (musically-inclined) dad to do?

He puts the damn CD on, that’s what.  But when I upgraded the speaker system in my car a few years ago, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

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