Rock Star

This is our fourth child, whom we will call "Rock Star." We call him Rock Star because he was apparently born with an internal sound track that only he can hear, and he feels compelled to bust out with ridiculously amazing moves on a regular basis. This kid was born with rhythm. We're pretty sure music just courses through the boy's veins.

It is always fun to hear him belting out the most random songs. He has quite a repertoire, too. We will be getting dinner ready and Rock Star will groove into the kitchen belting out, "You've got blood on your face, you big disgrace! Kickin' your can all over the place", at which point Buddy Boy will join in, belting at the top of his lungs, "We will, we will rock you!" Or we'll be enjoying a quiet afternoon in the living room, and suddenly Rock Star will boogie in singing "Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out!" Or we'll be driving in the car and he'll be jiving in his car seat, singing "Swing, swing from the tangles of my heart!" (Does anybody recognize the Lego Rockband playlist in all of these?)

One of our family traditions is Friday night movie night. And one of the very best things about Friday night movie night is getting to the ending credits of whichever movie we are watching. Why? Because typically, the ending credits of most movies have some great music, and Rock Star simply cannot resist the music. As soon as the credits start rolling, Rock Star leaps up from his seat and entertains us all until the last note has played. We love it!

Here is just a glimpse of some of Rock Star's killer moves.

He rocks.