Rockin' Out

What can I say: I love music.

I love lullabies and love songs, Beethoven and banda.

I love it all.

It's probably because I have been surrounded by music all of my life.

When I was in Mami's belly, my Papis would play classical music when we went on long car rides. When my Mami walked on the treadmill, she would listen to music as we bounced along.

After I was born, there were times that I would cry really, really hard. If we were riding in the car, Papi would turn his music up REALLY LOUD, and suddenly, I would shut up. The music always got my attention and calmed me down. My favorites are pop-punk bands like Blink 182 and All-American Rejects. ("Swing Swing" rules!)

During dinner and bath time, Mami plays lullabies and Cri-Cri, who is like the Mexican Mr. Rogers. Those are sweet, relaxing songs about patitos and cochinitos and ratones (that means duckies, piggies and mice, for my non-bilingual readers). My Mami listened to them when she was a baby! Isn't that cool?

The rest of the time, my Mami and Papi are singing to me. They sing Gwen Stefani songs and Abba songs, Tupac songs and Motley Crue songs. Sometimes they make up songs, or change the words to songs so they will be about me.

My latest favorite: "Don't Cha," by the Pussycat Dolls. Mami and Papi changed the words to it and sing, "Don't Cha wish your baby was cute like me? Don't Cha wish your baby had rolls like me? Don't Cha!" I giggle and giggle when they sing that! They're so silly.

At Borders the other day, Papi let me listen to some CDs. Gorillaz and Journey got a thumbs up!

Fear Factory got a thumbs down. As you can see in this picture, I'm not into death metal.

So what do you guys think? Is there any music you think I should listen to? I am open to suggestions!

Here's me kicking some butt on the air guitar! Rock on!