Kindermusik

So, this post is for our family and friends who question whether Jason and I are truly working to cultivate Stella's mind and not just plunk her down in her Bumbo for some quality "Wiggles" time(Ps. For those of you who don't know, "The Wiggles" is a crazy-- repeat CRAZY-- morning show on Disney that competes with other borderline psychotic shows like the Bebops where grown men and women dance in flourescent colored wigs and paint their faces matching colors... and well, they're just plain scary).

Nowadays, there are all sorts of "educational" classes that swear by their ability to strengthen your child's motor skills, etc. For those of you who don't know or have never participated (you can go ahead and lump JKin in this category), these classes are borderline crazy. I mean, don't get me wrong...it's a great way to qualify your own insanity. You know, the hours upon hours a new mother spends singing and dancing and talking in goo language to entertain her child. Now, there is a whole class dedicated to this sort of behavior and it's called Kindermusik and well, I'm a true believer. Bottom line-- Stella Josephine digs it. She claps and coos and smiles and bounces. She's a regular Kindermusik prodigy and it's only class number 2.

Stay tuned for more updates on her musical adventures. That's right, we're hoping for the next Dilana (sans piercings). C'mon people, please tell me you at least watch Rockstar Supernova!