I never thought I’d be the type of mom to listen to kid’s music.  I mean, other than Raffi (my love for Raffi knows no bounds), I’m of the opinion that kid music is pretty much the most grating sound on earth.  And after listening to some kid music several months ago for the benefit of a child I briefly took care of, my opinion was very much confirmed.

So given my disdain for age-appropriate music, I decided I would raise Mac up right.  I’d inundate him with my favorites and raise him with an appreciation for only the best.

It’s cute how I think my will can be done like that, isn’t it?

It’s not that Mac didn’t like my music.  I mean, who can object to James Taylor and Jay-Z?  If you can, I don’t even want to know you.  But they didn’t bring him any joy.  Know what music DID make him unspeakably happy?

Yo Gabba Gabba.  I KNOW.  SHOCKER!  Who knew that my child’s favorite TV show would also supply his favorite musical moments?  Knock me over with a feather.

I’m so dumb.

It all started one day when Mac wouldn’t stop asking to watch Gabba, but I wasn’t comfortable letting him watch anymore TV.  So I found a couple Yo Gabba Gabba albums on Spotify (oh, you don’t have spotify yet? You’re crazy. GET IT!) and played some songs I knew he enjoyed to get him to dance with me.

LIFE. CHANGING.  The kid was ecstatic.  He can listen to the albums all day every day and it totally fills his Gabba fix.

My ears might be bleeding and my ego might be bruised, but at least my kid is happy, right?