Rules were made to be broken, until now. One rule I have truly remained adamant about, besides no hitting and biting, is we should always dance. Dance away your negativity. Sing positive vibrations. And Marky Mark (I don’t care that you prefer not to be called Marky Mark and I truly doubt you are reading this anyways, but hi-fives if you do. I love your new burger show!) can you feel it? The good vibrations?
The good vibrations will clear away all the negative. From the beginning of my pregnancy till present day, I have played music for my child. I have sang (and I can’t sing, but I do it anyways.) I have tried to encourage music in order to bring harmony into this chaotic existence.
When the baby was in the belly, I would put headphones on my stomach and play classical music. He loved Mozart. He would kick away and I always knew it was a Mozart song playing on my IPod. When he was born I kept the tradition of playing classical music. I also started new traditions of playing the music we love. I encourage dancing. For some reason, when my child dances he looks like Miley Cyrus twerking. I’m not going to post her picture because we’ve all seen it. Yea, my child falls down and twerks but he doesn’t know he is twerking and I don’t tell him. I just say “YAY! We are DANCING!!” and act real excited while waiving my arms in the air. It’s kinda similar to this: