Yesterday, I was feeling a little frisky and decided to play some extra jumpy music for Luke during baby Paul's nap. It was rainy and cold, and we needed to take a break and dance around. Luke, not entertained by the Mandy Moore I was playing (I like to dance to the song 'Candy', I mean, come on, don't you?), started asking for different music.
All of sudden an idea came to me that, looking back, should have stayed an idea. I ran down to our office (aka, dumping ground) and pulled out Mark and my CD's, covered in dust and thrown in a pile ever since the birth of our sacred iPod. I shuffled through the CD's and laughed at the ones that didn't make the iPod cut, not worthy of a slice of my 80 gigabytes. Of these CD's was the one I was looking for, Jock Jams, my very first cd.
From there things went from bad to worse. I put on track 11, Luke grinned and started spinning in circle like a crazyman while screaming "Africa! Madagascar Song!" at the top of his lungs. The song was none other than "I like to move it, move it," which, I came to realize after Luke started singing the lyrics"shake that body nice and sweet and sexy," wasn't appropriate beyond the edited version played in the Madagascar movie.
After a gasp and beeline for the stop button, I remembered a different song on my classic cd that I thought Luke would enjoy. As soon as Luke heard the "Choo Choo," he was sold. He grabbed his Thomas the Train off the floor and "Chugga Chugga-ed," through the house and had me repeat "C'mon Ride the Train," for the next hour. Nothing like some Quad City DJ's to give you a migraine on a Thursday morning.
With anther nippy day we're braving the indoors again, with a full dose of Jock Jams to keep us energized. While it's a break from "Wheels on the Bus," I can't help but think I'm back in the seventh grade again.