Flashback

When I picked Griffin up in his classroom today, they had a Wiggles CD playing in the background.

My eyes teared up. Tears! Over the Wiggles! I know. For most normal adults, the sound of the Wiggles singing "driving, driving, big red car" is akin to nails on a chalkboard. But it was an immediate nostalgic flashback for me.

Aidan adored the Wiggles at Griffin's age. ("Fruit Salad. Yummy, Yummy.") He loved their show, their movies and we listened to their music nonstop. ("Hot Potato, Hot Potato.") I knew we were a Wiggles family when Chris and I actually debated our favorite Wiggles song. (Yes, we have no life. I understand this. I do.) The Wiggles were a soundtrack to a very specific time in our life: Aidan at one, dancing, singing and giggling - like a sweet toddler boy.

That toddler is now a boy. A boy who as of two mornings ago stopped changing into his school uniform in the family room, and went into the bathroom and shut the door for privacy. A boy who begs to stay up for fifteen minutes after his bedtime to read books by the glow of a flashlight. A boy who told me he didn't want the Star Wars underwear Brennan and I picked out for him at Target because he prefers his plain and white - just like his Dad's. A boy.

This made me miss the Wiggles a little bit. I missed the baby boy seen in my Wiggles flashback.

We don't listen to the Wiggles anymore. Brennan and Griffin never really showed all that much interest in them. (They prefer non-age appropriate shows and songs. It's nice to have an older brother(s).)