Given the fact that I'm in a band, music is something we talk a lot about in our house. I had always assumed that my kids would grow up humming tunes and paying attention the latest hit songs, but never did I imagine that they would fall so deeply in love with the music of the 1970s.
It started innocently enough: an afternoon visit by Evan's friend, W., who is, himself, quite knowledgeable and enamored of this particular decade's tunes. Trying to show that I too, can be a "cool kid," I whipped out several CDs my brother had made for me long ago of his favorite rock songs -- all from the '70s, of course.
Well, it's been non-stop rock in our house ever since. Rose, in particular, has taken a liking to the discs and insists on playing them in her room at alarming volumes. The other day, she had a playdate with her friend, L., and when I walked in, Rose had on a long velvet dress, feather clips in her hair, and was swooning to the rhythm - she was the "dancer." L. was sitting at the table, with big headphones on and was pretending to be the "sound mixer person." All while the Eagles blared in the background. Wow.
Everbody has their quirks -- some, like Rose, a bit more than others -- but I can't imagine there are too many 5-year-olds who know most of the lyrics to Hotel California, Stairway to Heaven, Crazy for You, and Born to Be Wild and will ask for them by name.
It's good timing as we're heading off to see Uncle Becker and Aunt Wendy in a few weeks and well, they love this particular music, too. Lots of dancing/singing/general rowdiness ahead of us.
Next stop: the 1980s, when the kids can especially bond with their father, as this is where his heart lies. Until then - rock on!