Lillia loves music. When she was a baby, I would sing "Ooh Child" to her and she would smile no matter what.
Despite my lack of talent in the area, I sing to her each night when I put her to bed. This past Christmas, I introduced her to some holiday favorites and it is only in the past few weeks that she has stopped requesting those songs as I put her in her crib.
I haven't bought much new music in a few years because I knew that eventually I'd catch up with the times and get an MP3 player. Matt got me an iTouch as a gift and I've slowly loaded it up with some newer stuff, as well as oldies/goodies.
Lillia has become pretty familiar with several of the songs on my playlist, and when I pick her up from daycare, she usually requests the following in this order:
1. Realize - Colbie Caillat
2. I'm Yours - Jason Mraz
3. Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat
4. It's the End of the World as We Know It - R.E.M. (to which she insists that we both "rock out," a.k.a. headbang)
5. Gravity - John Mayer ("This is good music, mommy.")
6. What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
7. With a Little Help From My Friends - Joe Cocker
8. Several renditions of Hallelujah or, as Lillia refers to them, "Hallelillia."
I knew she liked music, and not unlike myself, hates to be in the car unless there's something playing. But I didn't know how closely she was paying attention to the words until we were sitting down for dinner last week and she broke into song:
    She tied you to a kitchen chair
    She broke your throne and she cut your hair
    And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
    Hallelujah, hallelujah
    Hallelujah, hallelu u u uuu jah
Every word. She sang every word of the verse, including the chorus. And no matter how hard I try, she WILL NOT do it again so that I can record it and put it on YouTube.
