Enjoying The Arts With Little V

This week, Little V danced to I Love You For Sentimental Reasons by Nat King Cole, a song I’ve loved since I was a child, and once performed at a close friend’s wedding. We breastfed to Snoop’s Drop It Like It’s Hot, and Nothing Better by the Postal Service. Afterwards, I burped her for a little while to the rhythm of a Strfker song on her back. As I am writing this, we are chilling out to Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley and Sprawl II by Arcade Fire, followed by Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead.

I also read Chinese poetry from the Tang Dynasty to her when doing tummy time, and sometimes follow it up by playing Chopin’s Fantasie Impromptu and Etude Opus 10 No. 3, and Beethoven’s Pathetique Sonata. My favorite is Waldstein, but I’ve let that lapse; it required quite a bit more upkeep than Pathetique. I’m just prepping her for her inevitable future in which she will likely play the piano (and/or cello or violin), and definitely memorize Chinese poetry.

At night, when daddy comes home, we’ve been reading Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother together and having a good laugh, though she might not find it as entertaining or funny as we do. I can only hope she will one day love reading as much as I do. Indeed, I’ve taken the hours spent late-night breastfeeding to do some reading. I’ve finished Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl; Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng; Carry On, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse; and am currently reading Dostoevsky’s The Idiot. 

Lunch Break at the Public Library

I was feeling uncomfortable yesterday (heavy and stiff), and decided to go on a short walk to the public library during lunch break. It was less than a 10 minute walk, but the steep hill was no joke. However, it was worth it. The library near my office sits on top of a small hill and has a great ocean view. I have not frequented libraries in some time, and was surprised to find the parking lot completely packed. I browsed the bookstore and found some neat children’s books for 50 cents (pictured above).

In addition to the ones pictured, I got another Magic School Bus book; a short story about Helen Keller and the power of determination; a book called Big Al about a big, ugly fish who wants friends; and The Gingerbread Man. I thought Meet Samantha of the American Girl series was a particularly good deal, though many years will pass before Fetus can read it (or the Beatles/Bob Dylan biographies for that matter). I had described the American Girl series to my husband previously and indicated that while the historical fiction stories were fun, the dolls marketed alongside these books were unreasonably expensive. I remember them being approximately $80 when was a kid; Samantha as an example, is now $115.00. This price includes one paperback book, and of course, there are plenty of other doll accessories dolls sold separately. A hairbrush for Samantha costs $8.00, which is probably twice the price of what I pay for my hairbrush. Jesus.

Husband had the foresight to flip to the back of Meet Samantha and suggest we rip out the form requesting monthly American Girl catalogs to head off any future pleas for absurdly priced dolls and accompanying accessories. I could not have been more in agreement.

I also found a little treat for myself, also for 50 cents:

This is an exceedingly nerdy book about Mozart’s operas, which frankly, reads a bit like a textbook at times. It analyzes the music, plot, and history behind Mozart’s 5 most famous operas. I’ve read the first 30 pages so far, and it’s interesting, but a bit dense, and I probably won’t get around to finishing it. At the very least, I’ll have to pay a bit more attention to some of his operas. I have not heard of The Abduction From the Seraglio at all, so maybe it’s time to check that out.