Wednesday, 25 July 2012



Our little girl loves music.  In fact it would be fair to say that she is a fan of noise in general.  And she seems to have a very good ear.  She can tell the difference between a lawn mower and a motor bike fairly consistently, and she can tell when the bin lorry is coming down the hill well before I’ve been able to pick the noise up.  (She loves the bin lorry, every Wednesday when it comes she will stand at the window and beg to be lifted up so that she can watch it perform and close to every week she is guaranteed a wave from the men, which I think is pretty cool.  The only downside is if they come whilst she is having her daytime sleep, they will wake her up).

Whilst most noises are extremely welcome, especially the percussive delights of the lids she can get out of the pan drawer, it’s really music that she is desperate for.  Instant obedience is commanded simply by threatening to turn the music off, and if the music is off she will demand that it be turned on.  Although, the way she says it makes it sound more like she would like you to bring her a poorly cow.  “Moosick, Moosick.”  This will continue until you either explain why music isn’t possible, or until the music actually starts, at which point she will lapse into silence for a little bit. 

There have been times, however, when her love for music have driven her to dangerous extremes.  We have a hi fi in the lounge which is about three feet off the ground on a little niche built into the wall.  It didn’t take long for N to work out that this is where the moosick comes from when we are in the lounge.  What took her a little longer was to work out how she could get up to it.  However, she’s a bright little thing and it came to her in the end.  If she clambered up onto the settee, teetered across to the wooden arm and hauled herself up onto it she could just about reach over and turn the stereo on. It took a bit of time for her to establish which was the on button, but she got it eventually.  This was not the end of the troubles however.  Just turning it on doesn’t make the music come out, thus more buttons needed to be pressed.  Soon enough she could get the CD drawer to open, but still the music wouldn’t come out. 

It is at this point that the cries for music will start up, and one of us will wander into the lounge to be greeted by a little girl trying to scramble off the settee before we notice that she’s been up there.  Unfortunately she hasn’t worked out that leaving the CD drawer still waiting eagerly for a CD to be put in it is a bit of a give away. 

One day she will learn that the music comes from the little silver discs that she loves to leave strewn around the floor anytime she can get her hands on a pile.  Once that happens there’ll be no stopping her.  Until then I’m just going to enjoy the peace and quiet.


  1. Sounds familiar - our girls love a bit of music too, and the 3yo is even starting do develop her own tastes. This is something I need to get round to blogging about at some point.

    Out stereo is in a cupboard, which has cupboard catchers on it to stop little hands getting in. That said, the aforementioned 3yo can now work these, and is thus starting to play with the buttons and dials, something that probably won't end well...

    1. I found it amazing how fascinated N is with buttons and gadgets in general. As soon as she could she was playing with the remote for the stereo, which led to some pretty loud radio!

  2. I realised my 2yo daughter was developing her own taste a few weeks ago when she asked me to turn off the foo fighters song that was playin gin the car and put her own tunes on.

    She loves music as well and my struggle will be in "educating" her as to what she shoudl listen to. I expectign to fail for the next few years... who can compete with a "big red car"

    1. Yes, the big red car is pretty irresistable!