Johnny Mac Pippin is six days old and I cannot tell you how many times someone around here has said “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin poops and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin latches on and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin bends straightens his leg and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin falls asleep and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin opens one eye and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin cries and we say “Good job!”

Johnny Mac Pippin lets the dog lick his toes and we say “Good job!”

Which means I’ve spent a lot of the last six days thinking about Anne Heaton, which leads me to think about Edie Carey and Melissa Ferrick.

Which leads me to wonder which music Anne Heaton’s daughter liked when she was a wee thing.

Which leads me to wonder whether Johnny Mac Pippin likes Nirvana (he does).

Which leads me to wonder what music Francis Bean liked when she was a wee thing.

Which leads me to think Johnny Mac Pippin needs an iPod of his own… maybe for his one week birthday?

I’d have to figure out how to keep Johnny Mac Pippin’s mom from putting Jack Johnson on it — but wouldn’t it be fun to build playlists for Johnny Mac Pippin?

Good job!