That's my guy

Driving around earlier this week, B. was having a hard time falling asleep in his car seat. He rarely fusses in his safety seat, but when he does, it's then that I wish he would catnap.

I drove and drove, and about a minute into a certain song, I realized he had dozed off. The iPod cycled through Blondie, Jimmy Buffett and Chemical Brothers (or something like it).

It was the fourth song that was familiar, a track from a CD I listened to nearly every day while I was pregnant.

Anyone care to guess? It was Elijah Rock by Harry Connick Jr. You're shocked, I'm sure.

But it soothed the little guy right to sleep.