Funny story to tell. When I was pregnant with my last baby, it was the year Tim McGraw came out with the 'Live Like You Were Dying' album. To this day, it's still my very favorite album. I listened to it a cazillion times that year it came out. Not exagurating. I am not a singer, but I sang my heart out to that album. You get the picture.
Fast forward a few months. My darling Darcy was born, and she was just about perfect. She was a few month old -- maybe about 5 months -- and we were on a family trip in Indiana. She was crying in her car seat, and I happened to put that CD in the player. She instantly stopped crying. We did an experiment and took the CD out. She cried. Back in? Quiet. She recognized Tim!
And so it was for over another year. In fact, my dad died unexpectedly when Darcy was 16 months old. We threw everything in a suitcase and jumped on a plane. We rented a car and quickly realized that we had left all of our (Tim) CDs in the car back at the DFW airport. We stopped in at a Target and grabbed the 2 Tim CDs Darcy was most familiar with. Needless to say, that's all we listened to for 2 weeks, from New Mexico to Illinois and back to Texas. It beat listening to her cry! And let's face it, I was in heaven. The rest of the family, not so much...
The moral of this story? Your babies hear from the womb! They hear your voices AND your music! Choose carefully, as it may be all you listen to for the first couple of years of their life!