This morning we were dancing around the kitchen to Diana Ross (why were we listening to Diana Ross? Michelle and Roxanne know!) and I had another moment of the lyrical uncanny: "Upside down/ Boy, you turn me/Inside out/And round and round/ ...As long as the sun continues to shine /Theres a place in my heart for you /That's the bottomline!" I dunno, folks: somehow, the frantic perkiness of it all really expresses the zaniness of new parenthood.
(We ignored the line about how "i'm aware that you're cheating" because, whatever.)
Anyway, it was awesome and Elliot was all into it. We have a baby book that claims that "babies prefer classical music,"* but our boy, I'm happy to say, likes to dance.
On a totally different note: everyone send good thoughts to my friend Katy who's bebe is due TODAY. Katy, we love you and your baby! We are thinking of you! You are going to be a rockstar mama!
*The whole baby "prefers classical music" thing totally offends me. Not that I have anything against classical music, but it's sort of like saying "babies prefer to be upper middle class and of european descent." Plus, like, what do they mean? It's not like Elliot is going to find Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" any less jarring than Ludacris' "Roll Out."