Raising My Girls

My girls love music.  They come by it naturally as I too love music.  My house almost always has music playing at any given time throughout the day. Daytime shows don’t appeal to me, so my television stays on the “Hit List” digital music channel until about 7-8pm each night.

Music helps me write.  Music keeps me focused.  Music is fun to clean by, exercise to, goof off with. 

The girls love it when we all just crowd into the livingroom and dance.  Their daddy doesn’t dance with us, but we outnumber him anyway.  LOL!  It’s so much fun to watch them shake their booties and twirl around until they’re dizzy.  The youngest will squeal with laughter while the older two bump into each other during a “routine.”  I show them moves from my early days in dance class during high school and they try to copy.

It really is true about music soothing the savage beast.  My girls can be in the worst moods, fighting with each other, and just being downright ugly, but if I get them up and dancing their moods instantly brighten!  It’s always been that way, even from as young as 1. 

I love that the girls will sing along with a song, at the top of their lungs, with me. 

The older two girls have a boombox, personal cd players, mp3 players, numerous cds, and are always asking for me.  Now the 3 year old has started asking for her own “purple cd player.”  I’ve looked and looked, but I just can’t seem to find a purple cd player.  Maybe I’ll run across one before Christmas.  She’d be tickled pink if Santa brought her a purple cd player.  LOL!

Girls and music…  What a wonderful combination!!

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