So tonight on our way back from Nebraska Furniture Mart (yes, at 7pm on a Friday night we decided there is no place we'd rather be than a big-box furniture store...we fully admit we are lame), Margot began her cry-whine-moan routine that John and I have noticed has become normal behavior for her lately.
"Why does she do this everytime we get in the car now?"
"I don't know. Let's see if some music will calm her down."
"What's in the CD player?"
"Death Cab. Maybe if we turn the volume up loud enough we won't be able to hear her whine."
As soon as the music began, Margot turned her head out the window and became eerily quiet.
10 minutes later...
"Do you find it interesting that she hasn't made a peep since we put in this CD?"
"Our daughter is a rockstar."
If you'd liked to view a slideshow of the rockstar dancing to Plans in her pjs go here (click on view as a slide show and move the scale to 1 second for the best effect). I'm sure no one else will appreciate the show as much as I do, but it was fun to learn how to do this on flickr. Here's one of the few clear snapshots of how the rockstar has started to welcome the day in the morning: