Baby music classes

Yeah I joined one. The baby needs to interact with other people or else she will become shy, and eventually weird, like me.

I went in expecting to see a bunch of moms with their babies but they were all nannies. We sat around in a circle while Andy stood in the middle and played his guitar and sang. He sang in the highest, happiest, squeakiest voice I have ever heard a male use, and he bounced around like he was on extasy. I kept thinking, I bet you never saw yourself doing this when you were 10 and wanted to be a pop star. At one point Andy had to check on the music player and when he thought no one was looking he put his head down into his hand. Ah, the veneer cracks.

All of the other babies laughed and ran around. They picked up the little shaking toys that Andy passed around and stuck them in their mouths while their nannies call watched. One baby crawled up to Andy and latched onto his legs. Violet sat and stared. And stared. And stared. Her little arms were like chicken wings and for the life of me I couldn't get her to straighten them. All the while her mouth hung slightly open. When she does this she looks a little delayed. I sang and did motions but she gave me nothing.

We're going back next week. Here is hoping she does more than drool.




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