Oh yes. From the insistence on using Mommy’s earphones, to the incessant demands (sippy! Cheerios! kisses! more! more!), to the desperate need for a haircut…. this is a true rock star in the making. Will work for soy milk, playmates & candy…. sounds like a rocker to me!

What song is he enjoying through those headphones?? The very un-baby-ish tune, “It’s 5-o-clock somewhere” by Alan Jackson with Jimmy Buffett. Something he heard once and decided that it was HIS song, despite his mama’s dislike for country music. Now he climbs up on the bar stool with me, opens iTunes on the laptop and scrolls down until he sees “Alwan Dackson!” and presses the space bar to play it…. over and over and over…