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Maybe it is just has something to do with our attempt to drown out our neighbor’s sub-par taste in music but we’ve been listening to a lot more music around the house.  This has been a nice escape from the bi-weekly radio fundraisers that NPR seems to be so fond of.  Granted I listen to music at work all day, and during my bus ride to and from work, and when I’m on lappy (like right now), but Jonah hasn’t shown much interest lately.

Until Raffi shows up.

Now like all new “kids” albums we end up with, I always say “oh hey, this isn’t that bad.”  And since I have a slightly vague recollection of this childhood “favorite” I was optimistic.  But when I have “Oats And Beans And Barley” in my head at work during a client meeting I know that CD has got to go.

But he loves it.

So I try to find alternatives.  Backup favorites in the past include select Gnarls Barkley tracks  and anything by Feist.  Jonah will occasionally make my day and request a Jetsetter (my pseudo-band) song and we’ll listen – me, pretending I’m “gonna make it one day” and him, pretending to like it.

So we try real instruments.  I get out his slightly unused xylophone from his first birthday.  Nothing.  Our sweet Casio keyboard?  A little response.  The guitar makes an appearance and it is something to climb/chew on.  And his teeny tiny mallet for his “toy” drum is a LETHAL WEAPON.

So it’s back to Raffi for the time being.  And surprisingly he’s picking up on words (and notes, or at least some sort of change in pitch).  Which is both amazing and slightly painful.  But I’ll take it.

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