Alright, alright, I know Sadie’s not REALLY a music snob. I’m sure it’s totally normal for toddlers to get fixated on something, like the same song, and practically refuse to diversify their interests. But it IS kind of funny to think of an almost-20-month kid as a music snob, no?
Bertha by the Grateful Dead was the first song Trevor noticed that Sadie liked.
So he played it. And played it. Anytime Sadie would be grouchy while in her high chair, Trevor would play it. Soon, she began recognizing the album cover and pulling it out, specifically requesting it be played. Now that she’s a verbal tot, she’s been requesting it by name. Oh, and she’s picking up on the lyrics, too. “More” was, not surprisingly, one of her first few words, so “Bertha don’t you come around here anymore” often has Sadie chiming in, “more” in her cute, drawn-out way. It has to be the most-played record in our family’s history.
Talk on Indolence by The Avett Brothers is her car song.
There’s a pretty dramatic shift in the song, and Sadie loves it. Sitting in her car seat, she bops her head and kicks her feet. It was cute at first, so we started putting it on regularly. Then we started putting it on whenever we needed to perk her up on a drive. Then, for a while, it was the only way I could get her to sit down in her car seat. She just calls it “song.” She wants Her Song played. Sometimes when we’re outside, Sadie will try to drag me to the car, saying, “Song!” because she just wants to be in the car and listen to it. Now, it’s about the only thing we can listen to in the car. Forget NPR. Forget any other bands we happen to like. We get to hear about some guy being nervous being seen in his swimming trunks, fountains filled with bottles and cigarettes, and getting raging drunk. I can’t wait for the day Sadie picks up THAT line. Oops.
In her bedroom, it’s all about King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub. I’d never heard of this, but apparently Trevor and his sisters grew up with it. It’s a book, but there’s an accompanying audio bit that jazzes up the story. She wants it on day and night. She’s even napped with it on loop. It takes some serious work to get her down for the night without playing it (I mean, come on, it’s REALLY not sleeping music.). We have to convince her that the King (“Keee!”) is sleeping. We even wave night-night to the King, whose CD resides in her sock drawer, when it’s not in the CD player.
In the hopes of expanding her horizons, Trevor recently purchased a good handful of old children’s albums. We’ve got some Disney stuff, some Muppets, Sesame Street, and Alvin and the Chipmunks. So far, no dice.
This is normal, right?