Cheeky's nascent musical skills have been warming the cockles of my heart the last few months. The kids clearly digs the tunes, and as long as I don't catch her clutching the Crazy Frog album I'm good with that. Lately, I've gotten the sense that she's practicing for her career as rock and roll superstar. How do I know? Check out some of these traits:
The Head Bang
How come our daughter can flip her head around like a tilt-a-whirl, but when I try it my neck snaps like I stepped on bubble-wrap? Regardless of the physics involved, she's channeling Stevie Wonder like crazy. We can pretty much get her to do it on command now, but still haven't learned how to prevent collisions in the process.
The Sound of One Hand Clapping
Cheeky loves the clap! No, not the clap I picked up in Tijuana, but the kind that has us rocking back and forth to the most off-key rendition of "If You're Happy and You Know It" the world has ever heard. It usually starts as a flail, then turns into chest-thumping exercise, and becomes a very cute--if somewhat awkward--perpetual-motion clap-fest. She's still working on her aim (I'm waiting for her to jam her thumb every time) but with a little practice I think she could audition for a talented local band.
The Narcissistic Streak
Cheeky's fascination with her own image has become an obsession. If her barbaric yawlps are getting to us, the surest way to calm her down is to hand her a mirror. She used to just stare into it and smile, but this morning she started kissing herself. Lips parted, tongue forward, all over the reflective surface. I guess she may have been trying to eat herself, too, but it sure looked like the real thing. "Jerome, bring me my mirror!"
I'm not handing her a sousaphone or anything just yet, and until she stops dragging herself on her belly she'll never make it onto any tour buses. But it's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll, so you might as well start early.