Sing-Along

Among other things, I’ve learned that something daughter and I seem to have in common is a love of singing. Oh, not particularly good singing. Just singing.  In recent weeks/months, she has taken to wandering around and sort of quietly mumbling various songs.  Sometimes you can tell what it is, sometimes it’s just gibberish, but she’s definitely singing to herself, not just talking.  According to my mom, I used to do the same thing as a little girl, which does not surprise me in the least.

Tuesday, however, marked a new development in that arena.  You see, lately the kids have been requesting a song after they are in bed for nap or bedtime (probably a stalling technique, but we keep it short).  We oblige, usually one short verse of whatever song they want.  On Tuesday, it was Twinkle, Twinkle.  And lo and behold, Rebecca sang along with me.  The whole song, nearly every word to the best of her ability, with noticeable attempts to match pitch and timing.

She did it again at bedtime and M just about fell over. He couldn’t stop talking about it that night. I just kind of smiled and nodded.  Seems like it’s a neat new thing almost every day around here.  The changes aren’t as dramatic and pronounced as when they were infants, when one day they can’t crawl and the next day they can, or they stand up on their own for the very first time.  Now we’re into details, improving, finessing… building on a skill (language) they already have, and doing new and more complex things with it.  I love it.