Singing
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.