“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!” (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling)
We drove from Texas (leaving our home at 7:30am) through Oklahoma and Missouri and into Illinois (arriving at 12:45am) and ten-month-old Benjamin slept like a college freshman at 7am almost the whole way. Then, six days later we drove the whole thing again in reverse, and again he slept. Was this achieved through drugging our child with infant Tylenol? No. Was it our obligatory meal of black-eyed-peas to bring good luck for the new year? No. It was the magic of music. If he started to fuss, we began his favorite song (What A Wonderful World) and his little eyelids would fall like rocks in a pond. When not singing, we listened to Jim Dale’s enchanting reading of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (where I heard today’s quote and thanked God it was true) and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. But as soon as I heard that little darling stir, we turned off the story and turned on the lullabies. Magic. Oh, I believe.
Many thanks to Shanna for filling in for me while I was in farm country. I have enjoyed reading her quotes and I hope she will contribute regularly (my New Year’s resolution now being to twist her arms and bribe her with scones until she agrees to this).
And now, bedtime. Off I trot!