'Bink' 182's Youngest Fan
She's cute. She rocks on.
She's two.
It seems Miss Toddler has a thing for Blink 182. Unusual, yes, in one so small. Unusual, more so, in that her vocabulary isn't huge, or extensive, yet, but she certainly knows who Blink are.
Obviously, this comes round to me, and is all my fault. It will be all my fault when she goes through a gothic or punk period when she's 16 (perhaps 8, since she's starting early), dyes her hair jet-black, and locks herself in her room to listen to music at top-volume, while writing furiously in her diary about how awful her mother is.
But, honestly, I save my Blink time to when I'm writing at night (when she is most definately asleep!), or the random couple of songs in the car.
(I know I sound like I'm pleading with you all to believe me - that's because I am!)
At an early age, Miss Toddler showed a preference for music with a good, jumping beat. Anything with drums or guitar she goes off to - jumping around like a minature loon.
In fact, because of her mummy (me, for all of you that are a bit slow on the uptake), right from birth she seemed to prefer Top 40 music, because this is what we listen to in the car, driving around (why does a housewife do so much driving, anyway? Some days it feels like that's all we do!), or at home, on her Disney Princess stereo (poor Disney Princesses...they didn't know they could rock so hard. They're all a bit deaf now, too).
I'll never forget the day we visited my friend, Jane (my fellow non-ironing gal) and her baby. Little Abby was listening to lullabys, and suitable baby stuff. Cherry walked in (or sort-of walked; they were about 1 at the time), screwed up her face, pointing to the God-awful music coming out of the stereo.
She didn't want a bar of it.
And now she's going through this Blink stage, or 'Bink', as she likes to call them.
Last week I made her an MP3 disc of songs I thought she'd like, all of them leaning towards a bit more rock, or songs with a bit of a beat in them. Four Blink songs in total got onto the album, out of 50 songs.
This doesn't seem excessive to me...I don't think I'm overloading her on punk music (but how I love Blink 182. I'm secretly loving my daughter loving them).
So we drive along now, doing those various housewifey things that seem to take me out on the streets far too much...and every day, without fail, she screams for 'Bink!'
Screaming in a fashion only two-year-olds have perfected.
I've remembed the track numbers, sort of like a phone number (13 19 28...can never remember the fourth one; can never find it among the 50 songs, and my little angel bursting my eardrums from the backseat with her screams), and quickly push the buttons to reach her desired Blink songs.
As soon as Blink's on, she headbangs. Yes, seriously. My little girl, strapped in her baby capsule carseat, head bangs to 'Bink.'
It's both hilarious and mildly disturbing.
But Miss Toddler has a problem with Track 28, which I believe is 'What's My Age Again?' For some reason, she doesn't believe this is Blink 182.
'Bink! Bink!' She screams from the backseat.
'This is Blink, sweetheart,' I tell her, driving along, bopping away myself.
'Bink! BINK! Put. On. BINK!!'
'This is Bink!' I shout back, reverting to her name for the (sexy) trio...and reverting to toddler tantrums myself.
She never believes me. Track 28 is apparantly not 'Bink' enough for her.
She likes 'Dammit' and 'Josie' the best.
So, long story short, every single car trip features 'Bink' on the stereo...
And only those 2 songs.
(Yes, Mummy is slowly going mad)
Would somebody like to buy her a Blink 182 CD for Christmas??? There is some conditions on this: 1. It can't have 'What's My Age Again?' on it, because this apparantly is not up to Miss Toddler's standards of 'Bink.'
and 2. There has to be more than 2 bloody songs on the CD.
She's two.
It seems Miss Toddler has a thing for Blink 182. Unusual, yes, in one so small. Unusual, more so, in that her vocabulary isn't huge, or extensive, yet, but she certainly knows who Blink are.
Obviously, this comes round to me, and is all my fault. It will be all my fault when she goes through a gothic or punk period when she's 16 (perhaps 8, since she's starting early), dyes her hair jet-black, and locks herself in her room to listen to music at top-volume, while writing furiously in her diary about how awful her mother is.
But, honestly, I save my Blink time to when I'm writing at night (when she is most definately asleep!), or the random couple of songs in the car.
(I know I sound like I'm pleading with you all to believe me - that's because I am!)
At an early age, Miss Toddler showed a preference for music with a good, jumping beat. Anything with drums or guitar she goes off to - jumping around like a minature loon.
In fact, because of her mummy (me, for all of you that are a bit slow on the uptake), right from birth she seemed to prefer Top 40 music, because this is what we listen to in the car, driving around (why does a housewife do so much driving, anyway? Some days it feels like that's all we do!), or at home, on her Disney Princess stereo (poor Disney Princesses...they didn't know they could rock so hard. They're all a bit deaf now, too).
I'll never forget the day we visited my friend, Jane (my fellow non-ironing gal) and her baby. Little Abby was listening to lullabys, and suitable baby stuff. Cherry walked in (or sort-of walked; they were about 1 at the time), screwed up her face, pointing to the God-awful music coming out of the stereo.
She didn't want a bar of it.
And now she's going through this Blink stage, or 'Bink', as she likes to call them.
Last week I made her an MP3 disc of songs I thought she'd like, all of them leaning towards a bit more rock, or songs with a bit of a beat in them. Four Blink songs in total got onto the album, out of 50 songs.
This doesn't seem excessive to me...I don't think I'm overloading her on punk music (but how I love Blink 182. I'm secretly loving my daughter loving them).
So we drive along now, doing those various housewifey things that seem to take me out on the streets far too much...and every day, without fail, she screams for 'Bink!'
Screaming in a fashion only two-year-olds have perfected.
I've remembed the track numbers, sort of like a phone number (13 19 28...can never remember the fourth one; can never find it among the 50 songs, and my little angel bursting my eardrums from the backseat with her screams), and quickly push the buttons to reach her desired Blink songs.
As soon as Blink's on, she headbangs. Yes, seriously. My little girl, strapped in her baby capsule carseat, head bangs to 'Bink.'
It's both hilarious and mildly disturbing.
But Miss Toddler has a problem with Track 28, which I believe is 'What's My Age Again?' For some reason, she doesn't believe this is Blink 182.
'Bink! Bink!' She screams from the backseat.
'This is Blink, sweetheart,' I tell her, driving along, bopping away myself.
'Bink! BINK! Put. On. BINK!!'
'This is Bink!' I shout back, reverting to her name for the (sexy) trio...and reverting to toddler tantrums myself.
She never believes me. Track 28 is apparantly not 'Bink' enough for her.
She likes 'Dammit' and 'Josie' the best.
So, long story short, every single car trip features 'Bink' on the stereo...
And only those 2 songs.
(Yes, Mummy is slowly going mad)
Would somebody like to buy her a Blink 182 CD for Christmas??? There is some conditions on this: 1. It can't have 'What's My Age Again?' on it, because this apparantly is not up to Miss Toddler's standards of 'Bink.'
and 2. There has to be more than 2 bloody songs on the CD.
Rugby World Cup 2007
chortle...chortle...snap...cackle...popped a rib...
I'll have to come back...
Motherhood
Gold Angel,
You made me snort Coke all over myself....
(Reading that, that line really sounds terrible)
Coca-cola, I'll just clarify for everybody (jeez, just because I like 'Bink'...)
Come back soon, my love, and snort with me some more (oh, dear Lord...that sounded even worse).
Cherry Angel.
xoxo
Rugby World Cup 2007
Motherhood
Stop it!
I'm laughing so hard on today's visit to Orble Land, that I'm crying at the same time...
I can see a new post...'Hysterics on Orble'
Ah...my DuskyD.
You're my Laughing Angel.
xoxoo
Motherhood
Oooh, oooh..
Here's another post title - 'Dusk Devi Breaks A Rib On Orble...A Couple Of Them.'
And 'Romantic Writer Requires Hospitalization For Full-Blown Hysterics'......
Rugby World Cup 2007
It has been reported that Orbles Angels have sustained serious injuries whilst investigating the Case of the Snorted Coke.
Apparently Gold Angel, who appears to have only 2 ribs and Cherry Angel, who plays Blinkety-Bink everywhere she goes are in critical condition.
Medical staff say the situation is serious and their ailment could be long-term, if not terminal. "It's no laughing matter. We think it may be contagious."
As of this stage, the third Angel (Caramel Angel) is yet to be seen but there is a more than likely chance she too will be struck down with this ailment.
Symptoms of this ailment appear to be
- hysterical fits
- weeping eyes,
- body spasms,
- choking for air,
- tightness in the face especially around cheeks
- inability to speak
- inability to keep liquids in mouth
Please see your doctor if symptoms persist. She/He may want to get infected too.
We'll keep you posted.
V8 Supercar Pitstop
I was out but now I'm back. Damn, did I miss all the snorting? Is there only Blinking left now?
Bugger this pregnant body of mine.
When Isobel was about two-ish she developed a huge obsession for one of the many truly amazing and astounding S-Club 7 songs.
The one that goes ... 'don't stop, never give up, hold your head high and reach the top ...' etc etc. Yes, after all this time, I still rememebr the words.
Sad, I know.
I made the mistake of recording the video off the TV for her and she would sit for hours just watching then rewinding. Watching then rewinding. Watching then rewinding.
Drove me up the wall.
Angus will, of course, sing annoyingly along to anything repetative and frustrating. He's a boy, after all.
You both crack me up ... hang on, was that a reference to crack? Didn't mean it like that, honest.
Oh, and for your information, I lost the ability to keep (non-alcoholic) liquids in my mouth years ago!
Caramel (Caramella) Angel.
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Good on ya. Enjoy the child, for when she turns 13...
Well it's just best to duck.
Been there, done that, and didn't even get the T-shirt.
George
Motherhood
Oh, DD...
There's no words left....I'm still laughing too hard...
Even the word 'hard' has become hilarious to me now (I am the romantic writer, after all...perhaps I've spent far too much time in describing, er, anatomy)
K.L.
xoxo
Motherhood
CC,
I can feel your S Club woes....
Little Cherry has a thing for them, too, Lord help us all...
Her favourite line from her favourite song is this -
'Hoochie Ma Ma's, show your Na Na's.'
She almost has the entire sentence down pat, then she giggles uncontrollably. Then we're both in fits of laughter.
We have that thing, where one of us starts laughing, and then the other joins in, and neither of us can stop. It's...hilarious.
A bit like us three Angels. Except, what's weird with us, is we don't do it in time with one another...we're just randomly in hysterics at various times of the day!
K.L.
xoox
Motherhood
Hi George!
You just continued my hilarity, with your quiet humour.
Love it!
I didn't realise you were a father...you've been elevated in my eyes, when you were already elevated.
Your Writing Frenzy Gal (at least for now),
K.L.
Rugby World Cup 2007
I jUsT CaNt TyPe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm in absolute hysterics!!!! Holy cow... I am really cacking myself!!!!!
Imagining Cherry singing that.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!! I am crying!!!!!!!!
Motherhood
Somebody call an ambulance...or give us both sedatives...
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Randon hysterics throughout the day sounds like the best medicine in the world.
Bring on the straight jacket ... I'm ready for it.
I think you've just answered Dusky's question on my post ...
'Hoochie Ma Ma's, show your Na Na's.'!!!!
... the Orble Angel's theme tune. Love it !!! And Cherry can be our official theme song singer. I'm sure Angus would love to do backing vocals.
C.C.
Motherhood
CC, you genius!!!
Yes, that's it! That is the Orble's Angels' theme song...
'Hoochie Ma Ma's, show your Na Na's!'
Cherry and Angus would make quite the singing pair...
Oh, wait till DD reads this...we really will need to send for that ambulance!
The hilarity never stops around here!
K.L.
xox
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Better send for a ambulance big enough for three ... I can see it's gonna be needed.
A.H.
Brilliant ! It almost makes me wish I had kids. If only I weren't so damn young ! Oh well. So cute though. My 3 and 5 year old cousins have none of that vibrance. They love dogs and Action Man respectively and can't understand Paper, Scissors, Rock.
Great work raising such an adorable child. It's great you have such a repore with your child.
Keep it up!
- AnthonyB
Rugby World Cup 2007
I'm done for. Headed straight for the ICU...Incessant Cackling Unit.
my Cherry Angel...my Caramella Angel...you're both nuts...I love it!!
The Cherry and Angus Duo...love it!
Caramella...crack?
Cherry...hard?
Dusk...gone....
Motherhood
Hi AnthonyB,
Thanks for visiting!
Yes, I sometimes think we have such a close relationship because I'm such a child myself...not age wise (I wish!), but personality wise.
I derive so much pleasure in having fun with her....doing kiddy things...
Opening presents on Christmas!!
I love her toys....
I could go on....but I'm only embarrassing myself.
Great to see you here, AnthonyB!
K.L.
Motherhood
Oh, DD...
I'll visit you in hospital...in the Hilarity Ward...
Did you have to say hard again??? Or crack???
I'll be joining you there soon....2 days of constant hilarity cannot be good....
(Or maybe that's the secret of life???)
Your Crazy Angel,
K.L.
Motherhood
Federline,
Just because us Angels used such words or topics as crack, hard....I'm sure there were more in there somewhere...
You've just gone too far. Too far.
This is a post about children, you know!!
I mean, honestly! How dare you bring up Baywatch on my site!
K.L.