My 80's Babies

I learned something about my little girl this weekend that I didn't know before. Despite all of my best efforts -- and you KNOW that I have tried my hardest -- it appears that Amelia prefers the music of a decade other than the beautiful classic 90's.

The little trader has united forces with her daddy and become an 80's chick.

Don't get me wrong, I can get down to a Michael Jackson timeless tune just as much as the next person, but we all know that my heart belongs to the 90's. But apparently, Amelia has discovered that the 80's music is officially her JAM.

Last night, Chris put on his 80's music playlist and we blared it up good and loud and had a toe tappin' old-fashioned family dance session in the living room. Amelia taught us that not only does she know how to walk like an Egyptian, but she loves rock n roll especially when Joan Jett is singing about it. I mean for goodness sake, I think I saw her raise her tiny fist in the air out of solidarity while bopping along to We Built This City on rock and roll. Seriously.

So I think it is safe to say my mind is officially blown. I guess I will learn to live with her love for the 80's, just as she will have to learn to live with her mama's love for the 90's. I think we'll survive, but it will be an uphill battle as we fight for control over the radio. I mean, look closely at the picture here. Is that a hug or a choke hold? I'll let you decide.

Speaking of an 80's baby, Chris celebrated his 33rd birthday over the weekend. We dropped Amelia "Hair Band" Nation off with her grandparents and then headed over to Lexington to spend the day. We discovered a new restaurant that will undoubtedly appear at close to the top of our favorites ever, called The Lockbox.

Now, you know that me and the hubster aren't real big meat-eaters normally. But let me just tell you that I had one of the best cheeseburgers of my life there and Chris has not stopped talking about his fried chicken biscuit since we left there on Saturday afternoon. I'm not even kidding. If I've heard the words chicken biscuit once, I've heard them 500 times.

We had a lovely day eating, eating, and eating some more. Forget movies, bowling, or dancing, apparently our love language is going to various restaurants and cafes and trying to see which of our bellies is going to pop the button of our shorts first.

The rest of the weekend was spent lounging, eating (shocker, I know), and doing a little birthday shopping. With all the calories we consumed this Memorial Day weekend, it's a good thing we ended with a dance party for a little cardio.

Too bad we were burning those calories to the beat of A Ha's "Take on Me" rather than some sweet Ace of Base or Paula Abdul.