In Which iAsk The Internet For Rock & Roll Advice.

As part of my duty to educate my children, we bought Peanut an “iPod” for Christmas (it’s a $25 off-brand that will probably last 6 months, but iCan’t bring myself to spend that much money on something that’s probably going to go through the wash before it would otherwise die a natural cheap electronic death).

He loves Rock & Roll. I’ve got some lists of The Greatest Rock & Roll Songs of All Time that I’m going to read through looking for ideas for what to put on his mp3 player, but wanted to ask the internets for suggestions. I’m looking for anything that won’t be objectionable lyrically, but is a bit more complex, musically, than Raffi.

There will be Police songs on there (of course), U2, some Led Zeppelin, Nirvana, James Taylor, Stevie Wonder, Boston, Paul Simon — hopefully a good mix of old and new, fast and slow, just good songs that will help foster an appreciation of music. His two favorite songs right now are Sweet Home Alabama and Smoke on the Water.

I’ll post the playlist here, once we get it loaded. So, internets, what songs would you suggest?

In Which Jeremy Made Me Think Of Two Completely Unrelated Stories.

Inspired by this conversation, I will now share two stories with the internets:

1. I was down in LA for some training or something a few years back, and while I was at the airport waiting for my flight to board, I noticed a woman sitting across from me who looked pretty familiar, but I couldn’t place exactly where I knew her from. Was it someone I knew from back home? Someone from college? I was in LA, so the odds were better here than, say, in Dallas, that she might be an actress or someone I had seen in a commercial or something.

Things I Never Thought I’d Say, #3

It’s been a while, but it’s time for another installment of Things I Never Thought I’d Say as a Parent:

“It’s probably a good idea not to eat anything that’s been in your brother’s pants.”

— to Chester, when he asked if he could eat a snowball that fell out of Peanut’s pants leg when they were undressing after playing in the snow.

“I don’t care. You don’t throw your cheese at your dad.”

— to Peanut, when he decided to throw his cheese across the room, and his excuse when it went behind the big heavy furniture was, “But I was throwing it at you!”

In Which My Work Is Rejected By A Five Year Old.

When Peanut started preschool, we were given a piece of paper to put pictures on and decorate, and they would laminate it and use it for a placemat for snack time.

Stellar parents that we are, we lost it. But only after going through piles of pictures with him and putting the paper and said pictures in a folder to keep them together/lose them together.

Yesterday I finally got back to making one for him. I spent a couple of hours Tuesday night looking through pictures and found a bunch of pictures of him eating. Crazy me, I thought “Hey, snack time placemat with pictures of him eating. How fun!”

So I opened up Comic Life and put together a pretty fun page. Then I printed it out, and showed it to him.

Fail.

I read it to him. He laughed. Then said, “I don’t want that one.”

Why?