I have terrible, predictable taste in music & that is putting it kindly.  For years, I didn’t believe it got any better than old-school Britney Spears & to this day, I still have moments when I’m sure the Brit-ster & I would be BFF.  My husband, Nate, has excellent taste in music.  In college, his Napster collection was legendary.  He appreciates everything from bluegrass to R&B, & can recite the lyrics to every mid-90′s rock song ever recorded.  His first concert?  Dave Matthews Band at 15 years old.  My first concert?  ummm…Britney.  When I was 20.

Obviously, I must have some redeeming qualities other than musical taste, considering that he did marry me.

There are “those” that will say you should introduce your child to classical music early to cultivate a young genius. (Who “those” people are, I’m not entirely sure. But they’re out there, trust me.)  They want you to hook your fetus up to a set of Bose headphones, pumping Mozart & Bach into your placenta.  Personally, the idea of stretching headphones over my INCREDIBLY MASSIVE, heavy, moving eight-months pregnant belly sounded as appealing to me as taking a 24-hour long spin class at the gym.  Especially knowing that any beat would send the lad inside into a full on ute-rave, potentially causing permanent damage to my lower ribs & bladder.  So instead, I turned up my favorite flavor of girly-pop for nine months & immersed myself in vats of Ben & Jerry ice cream.

So it shouldn’t be a shocker that Harrison emerged with a rather unsophisticated lean towards Top 40 music.  I first noticed it in the car when he would settle to me belting out Jessica Simpson ballad’s over his screams.  & then when Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA” debuted, Nate & I knew we were in trouble.  It was the one tune that could always calm Harrison.  He could be red-faced, hollering at the world & all we had to do was push play.  Miley’s voice would fan out across the room & Harrison would turn into a gyrating, smiling baby.  ”Party in the USA” is now the third most played song on our iTunes playlist.  & then the world was graced with Ke$ha.  Oh, Ke$ha & your “Blah Blah Blah.”  & oh, how Harrison loves you even though you burn even MY ears by the fifth replay on the morning commute.

But we’ve accepted this slowly, as we love our son & are willing to sacrifice our souls & ears for his happiness.  & last night before bed, Nate said, “There’s a new Ke$ha song out – we should download it for Harrison, don’t you think?”