My music life, before and after kids

Born in the late 70s, I started listening to music in the 80s and really came into my tastes in the early to mid-90s.  You know, high school.  I listened to everything really.  My tagger friends were into Hip Hop, I had punk rock friends who were, you know, punk rock.  My fancier friends listened to Shoegazer bands.  Quite the variety.  And then there was the Rock En Español crowd. 
Fast forward to the Oughts (aughts? 00s?) and I'm pregnant with my first child.  Pregnant and married to a man a couple of short years younger than me who grew up in Chicago and was super Emo in his more musically inclined days.  My pregnancy was filled with lots of Latin music (good drums, baby kicks and moves) and my husband and I waxing poetic about how AWESOME our baby was going to be.  I mean, how could she not with a music collection like ours?!  Everything from the Cure to Shakira to Los Lobos to Beethoven to Bright Eyes (not part of my collection, I want to be clear, far too emo for me).  So we played music to her inside me and she was born and we played music to her and we sang to her and bought her tiny instruments.  Then she was able to talk and form complete thoughts and sentences, somewhere around age 2.  We were impressed.  And she told us she hated our music.  And she told us she only liked ballerina music.  WHAT?!  I spent much of my formative years avoiding "ballerina music!"

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