Baby Rock

So a couple mornings ago I asked Michael to take the fussy kid while I took a quick shower. (I shower often, did I mention that?) When I finished, I didn't hear any squalling from the living room... but I did hear some music playing. I assumed it was from the construction site across the street (We awake each morning now to the massaging vibrations of heavy machinery... ahhhhhh.... ) I emerged into the front room and there was my adorable spouse with a ridiculous grin on his face rocking the baby. Or should I say "rocking out" with the baby. "Hey, honey!" he said, "I'm helping him discover his musical tastes! He LOVES Pearl Jam!" Sure enough, there was baby with the blaring stereo and blissfully sleeping in his papa's arms, Here's an actual photo: