Speaking of Voice, which I did a day or so ago, my toddler has found his! The place in Asher’s brain that controls music is now ON and he wanders around singing to himself constantly. His repertoire is small, and his lyrics are liberally splashed with baby talk and made-up words. What is interesting is that he intuitively knows that some songs have the same tunes, and he slips from one to another and back again without a hiccup.

For example, "Where Is Thumbkin" and "Frère Jacques" are the same tune.

And the first part of the classic English "Alphabet Song" is the same tune as "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," which is the same as a French song called "Ah! Vous dirai-je, Maman" (but neither of us knows that one). I’m not writing anything new here.

Anyway, Asher’s constant singing was enough to get on my mother’s nerves on Sunday when she babysat the kids all day while we went rafting. And I admit it’s a lot to listen to, after awhile. My eyes cross after the fiftieth rendition of "A, B, C, D …."

But I’m inwardly reveling in it because for so long he wouldn’t let me sing at all ("No Mama! NO SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNG!"). Last night, when I was putting him to bed, I whispered to him in the dark, "Do you want Mommy to sing to you "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"?

And he said yes.

3 Responses to “Singing”

  • mickibean
    July 22, 2009 at 3:17 pm

    awwww! That just gave me “cutie pants” goose bumps!


  • dakini_grl
    July 22, 2009 at 3:37 pm

    I remember how uneasy he would get even when a small number of us would say something in unison. Amazing. I wonder what will happen next! And I hope I catch some singing…


  • frosteee
    July 22, 2009 at 8:46 pm

    I too hope to catch some singing. What a cute little gift you have in your arms there. Isn’t it nice to catch those moments when beams of sweetness pour out to you? I love it!
    I understand what you mean about the 50th or 100th rendition of a song.. it tends to strike nerves in us. I am finding more and more of that kind of tolerance with the kiddies these days… it’s like “if you can’t beat em, join em” except not really “beating” them. Oh god, I’ll stop here…


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