We already knew our baby was pacified by music. She quiets down when we sing to her, especially when it's "Baby Mine" from me or "Pants on the Ground" from my husband. Then, one day, in a fit of soothing desperation while I was out, my husband tried something...unconventional, then decided to share the results when I returned.
"Hey babe, watch this." My husband calls, starting up our Xbox.
"Yep, I've seen that before. We've had Rock Band for a while now."
"No, seriously, watch this." He counters, motioning to our baby Kara with the wireless guitar control. She's laying quietly in her swing, gazing up at him with the quiet serenity only a newborn can achieve. A song loads up, it's the Who. "Oh, crap, not the Who."
You see, the Who on Rock Band is our musical nemisis. We fail out quiet often. Sure enough, the crowd meter starts going down rapidly. Kara's face starts to crumple, the cheeks start wobbling, and a cautionary "Meh" is vocalized.
"I swear, she was smiling and laughing earlier!" He defended. "She was enjoying it when I was doing okay."
So, apparently, her mood matches the audience. I want video of this.
We knew she liked video games in general. She would fall asleep many times to the sounds of Dragon Age, Mass Effect 2, and I made a game with zombies in it (I swear that's the title of the game, and the theme song). Some of her first smiles happened while watching my husband and a friend play Castle Crashers.
Is it odd that I'm proud of this fact? I'm already hoping that she ends up with just the right amount of geek-streak running through her, and this seems like we're already headed in the right direction.