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Press for Lullaby Renditions of Adele

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It’s been a few months since we announced our latest release, Lullaby Renditions of Adele. Since then, we can’t help but keep it on repeat (we mix in Bad Girl RiRi on occasion as well). With the CD to play at home and Spotify for on-the-go, it’s as though Adele is always there when we need her. There is no denying that these lullabies are perfect for your baby, but they’re also ideal for new moms and dads. So grab a glass of wine, hold back the tears, watch our video for the track “Hello” and check out some of the press Rockabye Baby’s Adele album has received.

… Lullaby Renditions of Adele will feature hits such as “Hello,” “Rolling in the Deep” and “Chasing Pavements,” all of which have been reworked to help restless newborns get down for sleepy time (or as background music, if you like).

Teen Vogue:
From “Hello” to “Make You Feel My Love,” all of your favorites are being turned into the lullaby playlist of your dreams. Though the British star is the perfect singer for this project, artists including Taylor Swift, Rihanna, and Maroon 5 have all had their tunes turned into bedtime listening. Who knew there were already so many epic lullaby albums out there?

Basically, forget counting sheep or the typical “Rock-a-Bye Baby” and opt for Adele’s incredible music instead!

Obviously the most significant part of Adele’s mystique is her superhuman vocal prowess, so an Adele rendition without her voice seems a little strange, but it totally works here. Trying to find someone to emulate her voice would have been a trap of the Kidz Bop variety for this cute little series. Instead it successfully offers a calming take on the instinctive catchiness of Adele’s best songs throughout her career.

And if you’re anything like me, you’ll be charmed to hear that the Grammy Award-winning songstress’ many hits will soon literally be available in the form of lullabies, perfect for coaxing your tiny pop-stans-in-the-making to bed.

Other notable outlets:

Entertainment Weekly

Refinery 29

NY Daily News

Yahoo Music 


Press for Lullaby Renditions of Rihanna

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Rihanna joined the Rockabye family in April and we’ve been jamming out to her ever since. And since the album is on Spotify, it’s especially easy to put those kiddos down for a nap while you’re on the go. Glad we’re not the only ones who love our lullaby renditions of Ri Ri


“If you’ve got a preternaturally hip baby and are looking for some new tunes to lull them to sleep, look no further than Lullaby Renditions of Rihanna…They’re all delightful—the cover of stripper anthem “Pour It Up” is a highlight…”


“Now that you all know my important stance on baby music, I’m going to make the argument that this album of Rihanna songs converted to lullabies for babies is straight flames, whether one is a baby or an adult. It is the least ageist baby music I have ever heard, and not just because Rihanna makes great music…”


“Okay, lowkey, Rockabye Baby’s been making some amazing lullabies out of heart-racingly hyped songs…they may have just dropped their greatest sleeper hit yet with today’s release of Lullaby Renditions of Rihanna, which — yes — translates all of her biggest hits into soothing zzz-fodder.”

Hello Giggles

“It turns out that Rihanna’s music actually works amazingly as lullabies and we’re kind of in love…So if you’re craving some RiRi but also need your little one to fall asleep you’ve got the perfect album.”


I Confess: Leaving Is Hard to Do

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When I gave birth to my daughter in 2012 I had been working a lot: one full-time job and three part-time gigs. I had no maternity leave, I was a freelancer, but I saved enough to take off eight weeks, and then my little one went straight into full-time daycare. When I was a kid, my parents worked full-time so this was normal to me, plus, Little D slept most of the time. (Yes, we were lucky like that.)

I continued my heavy workload when D turned 2 and transitioned into full-time preschool. From 8 a.m.–6 p.m. she was at school, thriving I must say, and continued to spend (slightly more waking hours in the care of other people than her parents. By 2½ she was more active than ever, sleeping less, and wanting me more. At the same time, I wanted to be there more. (Leading up to this I had two miscarriages, which may explain what came next.) As the year went on, I started to “break up” with my other “kids”/jobs to give me more time to spend with D. Not having my full-time salary was tough, but the extra quality time with my daughter was worth it.

New Parent

By her 3rd birthday, I thought I had struck the perfect balance. I was able to make it to all her big school functions during the day, befriend a ton of parents at her school, and occasionally take her out of school for mama time. Soon weekends became all about her: dance classes, play dates, birthday parties, etc. At first I thought, this is awesome. But months later something happened. I started having problems breathing, would have days when I couldn’t stop crying…I just couldn’t cope, despite the fact my life seemed less stressful than ever.

I thought I was sick. I got blood work done and my chest X-rayed, and, physically, everything was fine. My diagnosis? Anxiety. The treatment? Medication and/or exercise. When I asked my doctor to try to explain to me what was going on with me, he said something to the effect that sometimes there’s just a “disconnect.” He didn’t push taking anti-anxiety medication, but said I could try it to see if it helped. I was hesitant about taking anything, but I didn’t know what to do.

I quit one part-time job that required an hour commute each way, thinking that would do it, but it didn’t. And more exercise seemed to make me more anxious. I waited several weeks, and many “episodes,” before I did finally call up my doctor to say, “Hey, let me try it.”

A couple months later, I could breathe again.

Why am I sharing all this? Giving up things to be with my daughter, to be that parent who was there for everything made me happy when I was with her, but when she wasn’t around, I felt like a mess. What I haven’t mentioned is that at that point, the longest I’d gone without seeing my daughter since she was born was 24 hours. I was away from her for one single night for an emergency situation. Why not more? Maybe deep down I didn’t want to know what it felt like to be away from her, to not be a parent, to not put family before myself. I’d given up so much to be with her, I should be with her as much as I could, right?

Then, last week, I had reached a breaking point, not just with her, but all the responsibilities that come with running a household: caring and cleaning up after a toddler, a puppy, a cat, a bird, and my (really sweet) husband. So, with my daughter and husband’s approval (I would’ve gone anyway) and rain check with friends for regular date/family nights (I have at least three a week), I left for two nights and three days with my dog (just for exercise) to stay at my parents’ house in suburbia while they were out of town.

My parents’ house isn’t far away, maybe an hour in traffic, but it delivered exactly what this parent needed: silence. It felt weird at first, especially since it’s so loud where we live in L.A. My dog was even confused just how quiet it was in the suburbs. And for the first time in a long time I had real me time. And I liked how it felt.

It’s not like I thought I’d die if I spent more than a night away from my daughter, but the first night it did feel weird. Too quiet, too still. The next night it felt much better, going to sleep and waking up alone. It had been so long, actually since 2008, when I lived by myself.

When I returned home, it was like I had never left, but I learned a lot just in that three-day “momcation.” I survived leaving for a little bit, and so did my family. Not a major revelation for most people, but for me, it was. I have to leave more. I have to let go more. It’s not for everyone, and it’s not possible for everyone, but I’m now going to demand it.

Honestly, I don’t know if it is the medication that has helped me get to this point or not, we will see, as I am planning to get off it in the next month. But I do have a clearer vision of what I want now as I head into my fourth year as a mother. I’m going to prepare to have another baby, not the human kind, but the “baby” I had always wanted before I had my daughter: my own business. So that’s what I’m working on now. I’m loading things back on my plate as my daughter’s own plate is loaded with her own imaginary family (she had four sisters at last count), two dance classes, and a music class. And I’m not just looking to be able to breathe again on my own—I’m looking to soar.

Wish me luck with baby #2!


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