Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Music Feeds the Belly

So, I try not to be that person that talks about babies and being pregnant all the time because let's face it, it gets annoying.  I AM pregnant and sometimes I get annoyed about baby talk!  But with all the crazy changes - emotional and physical - that I'm going through, it can be difficult not to vent a little.  You know, just to make sure I'm not actually just going crazy.  And if this stuff bores you, then good thing you're reading this and don't have to look me in the face while you yawn and then scroll your cursor to the corner of the screen that provides you your exit.

Lately I've been having horrifying dreams that my baby is born an absolute terror.  And I don't mean the screaming up and down the aisles of the grocery store knocking over jars of apple sauce kind of terror.  I mean a baby that kills animals and hangs them by the tail in doorways kind of terror.  Yes... that was an actual dream.  I'll spare the disgusting details.  Suffice it to say that I woke up in a sweaty panic, looking around to make sure that my dogs were not in fact hanging by their tales on the pull-up bar in my bedroom doorway.

Luckily,  I've read that scary baby dreams while you're pregnant is normal; especially if you're a first-time mother.  Since I've always had pretty imaginative nightmares, I'll try not to think too much of it.  I'd like to think it's just my under-used creativity along with the small fear I have of being an inadequate mother running wild in my sleep.  Normal right?  Anyway, I've also read that unborn babies can hear and react to sound.  Some have also discovered that fetuses breathe in time to the music they enjoy.
A California obstetrician by the name of Rene Van de Carr says he has observed a 33-week-old fetus pattern his breathing to the beat of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.

*This picture does not actually or accurately depict the baby of Krystal and Evan.

I don't really care what effect music has on the rhythm of my child's breath, but I am wondering if music can effect behavior.  If it did, I would like to take the time to make a few song requests to ensure that I don't end up with Rosemary's baby:

1.  "Angel Baby" by Rosie & the Originals

2.  "Baby I Need Your Lovin'" by Four Tops

3.  "What's the Matter with You Baby" by Marvin Gaye

4.  "Angel of Mine" by Monica

5.  "Get Happy" by Frank Sinatra

6.  "Gimme Some Love" by Gina G

7.  "God's Children" by The Kinks

8.  "Goin' by the Book" by Johnny Cash

9.  "Good Life" by Kanye West Ft. T-Pain

10.  "A Good Heart" by Feargal Sharkey

Okay, so obviously this would do absolutely nothing to effect the behavior of an unborn child.  But perhaps playing this playlist against my belly would at least amuse me... and maybe even rid me of my nightmares.

Friday, April 1, 2011

The All-American Sport

Ok, so I always thought that because I have (at least I think I have) a sense of humor, I could "hang" with the guys and be one of those cool chicks that sits around, drinks beer and shoots the proverbal shit.  Maybe I can to some extent, but I have recently come to terms with the fact that I am NOT a sports person. I tried!  I just don't care who's who and what position they play or what team they're on.  No, I am not that cool chick that knows the history of the NFL or will show up to the Super Bowl party sporting her favorite team's colors.  Unfortunately, the extent of my sports knowledge is whether or not a player has dated a Kardashian.  I briefly got into college basketball but that's only because I liked attending the UNLV games.  And that's only because they serve awesome beer.

So, needless to say, it was a little tough getting into Evan Jr.'s baseball games when he started a few years ago.  I didn't know baseball.  At all.  I didn't know an activity where you can sit around and take breaks to eat sliced oranges and sunflower seeds even was a sport!!!  But it is, and 5-year-olds are damn cute playing it.

A few years later, I find myself having fun watching these games!  It's insane how much children develop in 2 years.  I used to wander around the park during the games, stopping at the baseball field every 20 minutes to see if Evan Jr. was up to bat yet so I could cheer him on then get back to my regular business.  Five-year olds are cute playing t-ball but, I'll be honest... those were looooong games.

Now his games are so intense and fun, and he is getting to be SUCH a great little ball player.  I can't walk around because there is always something going on, and I usually actually understand it.  This season started a few weeks ago, and he's on a team called the Angels.  So far they're undefeated.  Here are some pictures of opening day.  Is that what it's called?  Whatever...

The baseball bag is bigger than he is!  He carries it like a pro though.

Little Angels... At least, that's what the uniforms say.

T-shirts painted by Evan Litt.

So serious!

So cute!!

The Litts

Ready Postition

Evan Jr. and Nana!

This was seriously such a beautiful day.  Maybe I can get into sports after all.  At least when Evan Jr. plays them.  Which is good practice in case we have another boy.  Oh brother...
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