Musical Gifts
Fiona picks up songs astonishingly quickly. Sometimes she'll walk around the apartment singing a song we didn't even know she knew--completely recognizable, although here and there some of the lyrics get garbled. And when she started singing a song with her mother the other day and Andrea needed to move the pitch down to a lower key, Fiona caught on immediately.
When she hears a song she likes, she wants to hear it again and again until she can sing it herself. Yesterday morning she pointed to a picture of a star, so I sang her the first verse of "When You Wish Upon a Star." For the rest of the day, she wanted me to sing it, and she'd started singing it back to me by evening.
She's also started making up her own songs. The lyrics are usually just some bit of information repeated again and again ("I go in the apartment"), but she finds a bit of singsong and repeats it.
Now, the downside to this is that she made up a song to sing as we navigated the grocery store over the weekend. The lyrics were, in their entirety, "I go poop in the potty."
I know every parent has his or her moment where the child announces information to the world that is usually only discussed behind closed doors. Really, it wouldn't be so bad if only the lyrics were, you know, true.
Actually, I promised way back when we first purchased a potty that I wouldn't share the training details with the blog reading world (did you know www.technorati.com includes this blog in its search algorithms? It's true; head over there and enter some text from one of the posts here and this blog might well pop up). I'll just say that A) after a long layoff, we do seem to be trying again, with increased interest from Fiona; and B) between that and a conversation we had last week about trying not to step in dog poop (which has led to Fiona pointing to every brown object on the street and calling it dog poop), we're talking about waste around the house almost as much as we did when Fiona was two weeks old.
Didn't I start this post by talking about Fiona's musical gifts?
When she hears a song she likes, she wants to hear it again and again until she can sing it herself. Yesterday morning she pointed to a picture of a star, so I sang her the first verse of "When You Wish Upon a Star." For the rest of the day, she wanted me to sing it, and she'd started singing it back to me by evening.
She's also started making up her own songs. The lyrics are usually just some bit of information repeated again and again ("I go in the apartment"), but she finds a bit of singsong and repeats it.
Now, the downside to this is that she made up a song to sing as we navigated the grocery store over the weekend. The lyrics were, in their entirety, "I go poop in the potty."
I know every parent has his or her moment where the child announces information to the world that is usually only discussed behind closed doors. Really, it wouldn't be so bad if only the lyrics were, you know, true.
Actually, I promised way back when we first purchased a potty that I wouldn't share the training details with the blog reading world (did you know www.technorati.com includes this blog in its search algorithms? It's true; head over there and enter some text from one of the posts here and this blog might well pop up). I'll just say that A) after a long layoff, we do seem to be trying again, with increased interest from Fiona; and B) between that and a conversation we had last week about trying not to step in dog poop (which has led to Fiona pointing to every brown object on the street and calling it dog poop), we're talking about waste around the house almost as much as we did when Fiona was two weeks old.
Didn't I start this post by talking about Fiona's musical gifts?
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