Sunday, October 28, 2007
Baby V's introduction to Air...
not the kind you breathe, rather the groovy electronica musical group. You can thank your Auntie Sarah and Uncle Matt for that, Baby. Those hip kids got your parents onto Air.
Joe was all excited today because he found these headphones this weekend in his cable/wire/outdated electronic device "graveyard" (which is really a plastic bin) in our basement. Who knew we had these?? Leave it to Joe. He could probably unearth a Beta VCR from some mysterious corner of the basement.
Now, we can share all kinds of music with you, Baby. We'll be careful though to keep it easy. I can imagine that your dad's hard-driving tempo mixes that he uses to catapult his heart rate up to near catastrophic levels might be a little intimidating for a little guy like you. We'll save that until you're like 3 months. For now, take it easy in there and keep practicing your swimming technique. It's probably more honed in 5 months of life than your poor dad's herculean efforts to streamline his stroke. Shhhh. That's just between you and me, though. :-)
Posted by Liz V. at 9:14 PM