I hope the baby has my taste in music

So, I think it is normal to think of yourself and your other half and want all of the finest qualities to come together and morph into the little mini me you've created. As I was driving(I do my best thinking and composing while driving), I started to "mold" the mini me I have always wanted. Now, everyone keeps saying Baby W is a girl, but to be honest, everytime I think of my child, I keep picturing a boy. Not that I would prefer a boy, just maternal instinct, I guess.

Anyway, like a ton of bricks it sinks in just how badly I really want my child to have my ear for and taste for music. Not that Mr. W has awful taste, we just disagree on some things. For example, he has this thing for 90s music. Thinks it is the best ever. Now I can appreciate some of every kind of music, and when we start talking decades I can point out some very heavy hitters, but the 90s are not quite up to par. Of course I will enjoy explaining to my kid how Layne Staley single-handedly silenced and destroyed the best rock legacy of the 90s. They will know their Pearl Jam and Nirvana and probably a few other notables. Yes, I know Alice in Chains was formed in the 80s, but they made their mark in the 90s, and that is how I base my decades.(and this is my list)

I want my kid to love the psychedellic music from the 60s and the southern rock gems from late in the decade and into the 70s. I want them to feel moved when they turn up the guitar solo at the end of Free Bird and let it clear their mind of everything else. I want them to know that when their mom was a dj, she used to fade up the end of certain songs, like Caught Up In You, by 38 Special, because the guitar solo at the end was one of the best parts and always got cut off on the radio. I want them to know that one of my favorite things to do in my 20s was drive my Jeep with the top down and Green Grass and High Tides at full volume because the music was all I needed to feel good. I want them to need the same thing.

I also want them to have Mr. W's athletic ability. He's very good at lots of sports, and Mrs. W can't hit a hot air balloon with an oak tree. I want Baby W to have Daddy's butt. Mommy has a bus driver butt. I want Baby W to have my teeth. Mr. W had braces. I really hope we don't have to pay for braces.

I want the baby to have my eyesight. Mr. W has to wear glasses all the time and really should just go get lasik. I want Baby W to have Mr. W's patience. Mrs. W has very little. I want Baby W to have Mr. W's interest in history. Mommy can't guess within 5 years of when the Civil War was fought, name any of the battles, or tell you what country used to be called what. Daddy knows all that stuff. Mrs. W thinks it is terribly boring and can't be bothered.

I want the baby to have Daddy's energy. He comes home from work, goes to the gym, pulls in the driveway, and gets out the weedeater. If he gets to keep eating, he can keep going and going. Mommy gets home from shopping and wants to take a nap.

But, I would get little Poindexter glasses, a history tutor and private coaching just as long as its ipod is filled with the Beatles and Boston, and not Chumbawumba and the Crash Test Dummies.

More than likely, our baby will be tone deaf, clumsy, lazy, bitchy, suffer from fits of anger and smell like garlic, but I'm sure I won't know any different once its here. Parents never do.