So lately Peanut has been waking up screaming in the middle of the night for no discernible reason. She will not be consoled with milk, rocking, lullabies, books, snacks, even cuddling in our bed. No, there is one thing, and one thing only, that she wants in order to end the tears:
Mambo.
Yes, that's right. Grandma has been playing Latin music for her during the day, taught her to say, "mambo", and now until we turn on the Salsa y Merengue music channel on our cable TV when she wakes up, she will cry and wail and thrash and scream. This has meant listening to an inordinate amount of Marc Anthony at two in the morning.
And people wonder why I'm grumpy. I'll be ordering some Tito Puente presently.
Monday, November 07, 2005
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If you want some fo' reals mambo, you gotta get Perez Prado...which has the original Mambo #5 and some other great tunes. But it sounds like Peanut is more into salsa, in which case I would recommend Tito, que en paz descanse, or La India if you want to get really crazy. Just keep her away from the salsa erotica until she's a little older.
oh ... I don't know whether I should say poor mama or poor little girl.
Ok, poor mama wins! Perhaps a margarita for mama while girl listens to the salsa and mambo?
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