I have never been one to play children’s music in the car. At home we have several kids CDs and a Pandora station titled Cody & Carter’s Music where Raffi and Laurie Berkner rule supreme. But when it comes to what we listen to in the car, it is driver’s choice and I do not choose the ABS’s. This system has worked out very well for us. The kids do not expect to listen to their music in the car and, at least for now, they do not seem to mind listening to mine. But then in a moment of Christmas crazy I went and messed all that up.
Last year my mom gave me a Jingle Cats CD that she thought the boys would love. I forgot to play it for them and instead packed it away with the other Christmas things (for full disclosure insert air quotes around the word forgot.) Then, as Carter and I were heading out the door for his morning swim lesson last week, my right hand took on a life of it’s own and grabbed that CD out of a pile of Christmas stuff. And yes it went in the car with us. I thought Carter would find it funny and distract him from our final destination as he was exhibiting all the signs of Grumpy Carter and Grumpy Carter does not like swimming. I was right. Carter did think it was funny, so funny in fact that he does not want to listen to anything else while we drive to and from his swim lessons.
So feel free to think of me with sympathy every Tuesday and Thursday morning as I drive along listening to howling cats, barking dogs, and the occasional chirping bird belting out Christmas music and forever ruining some of my favorite songs of the season. If you have not heard of the Jingle Cats and would like your ears to bleed too click here. Just remember, you can not un-hear it (nor can you un-see it, as this is a link to Jingle Cats on YouTube.)
p.s. Yes I know I really should be making peanut brittle, fudge, and sweet and sour meatballs for our Christmas party on Saturday but blogging is much more fun. This whole taking a break from blogging thing is hard.
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
I once had a friend of mine make a negative comment on parents who put a tape in a vcr just to “shut a kid up.” To which I responded, “You don’t have any children, do you.”
You keep raising those kids, blogging, and don’t worry about the brittle and fudge. You can buy that stuff.
Tim
Yeah, sometimes you do what you gotta do to keep the sanity be that a tv show or an awful CD of “singing” cats. 🙂
I shall keep on keeping on. The problem with the baking is that I know that the homemade is so much better that the store bought (well, usually.) Thanks for the comment Tim.
oh no… ;poor you.. I know just how you feel! c
It is pretty rough but there is only one more week of swim lessons before the next week long break. Maybe during the break he will forget about the Jingle Cats.
I know some ‘songs’ from this cd..and all I can say is that I hope the trip to the pool is short. 🙂
Oh Mimi it is not short enough when those cats start caterwauling Silent Night.
My eyes are permanently scarred. I don’t know why I clicked on the link…
Sorry, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you. 😉
You have my deepest sympathies…Jingle Cats is worse than Dominic the Donkey. Which we WILL NOT play for the granddaughter, in the house, car or anywhere else, if it can be avoided…
The current favorite is ‘Put One Foot In Front Of The Other,’ from Santa Claus Is Coming To Town…I can deal with that 🙂
Dominic the Donkey? I do not know about such a creature and don’t think I want to if you say it is worse than the Jingle Cats. Since it was my mom that gave me that awful CD I think I will return it to her with a little card saying that she can keep it at her house and the rule “what happens at Grandma’s house, stays at Grandma’s house” will apply to it.
Your granddaughter has some good picks in music, it could be much worse.