Not in the evening. This is six o’clock in the morning. This is when the school across the street fires up its house-rattling boiler. This is when the first bus rumbles down the street and makes that unmistakable sound as it humps over the raised crossing near our house. This is when the first flights from or to Logan pass over our house. This is when, if it hasn’t happened earlier, the first pacifier hits the floor and my son gets restive. Usually he is already awake, but the noise lets him know that it is time to be awake. Then our grumpy neighbor gets in his car, slams the door shut, and revs the engine. Yup, this is our dawn chorus. Any bird nearby is drowned out, has given up, and has huddled in a bush somewhere until school drop off is complete around 9:00 when melodious sounds might be heard.
Category Archives: music
I finally finished! A while ago, I created a song book of some favorite songs to sing to my kids while they were playing in the bath. Over time, I edited the the lyrics and jotted down new songs I wanted to add. When I went to find the original file, it was gone. I recently started the painstaking process of creating a new one. This time, I created a Google Doc. In addition, I scanned in a handwritten songbook that my mother used.
Please feel free to suggest other songs that could be included and to save a copy for yourself.
A couple of years ago, I collected the lyrics to many of my favorite singing songs. The booklet I made of them lives in the bathroom, and, especially on nights when I am soloing the evening routine, I often sing to my kids. I have scribbled notes and revisions and songs I want to add to the collection. On Wednesday night, I sat down at my computer to update this collection of over one hundred songs and could not find the file. It was not in my documents and not in my Google Drive. I am now in the process of recreating this song book with all of the edits and additions.
My son has added the guitar, well uke, to his musical repertoire. He loves the beginner piano that we brought out of the closet, and now he carries the ukelele around the house. One of these days, I have to learn how to tune and play the thing, but right now, that would not make much difference to him. He just loves plopping down and strumming it while singing his song.All go-ie (All done) All go-ie All go-ie
His sing-song voice and joy at mastering this skill are heart warming.
Today, my daughter was sitting with my father-in-law while he practiced some music. He uses an app on his phone to keep in tune, and anything iPhone related is a draw, close to an addiction, for my daughter. She loves the time she gets with her Saba to play on his phone. Neither my wife or I let her use ours, and I have stopped letting her use the iPad. I have no fear that she will acquire tech skills growing up in this house. Right now, she doesn’t need screen time; she only gets it when she is ill and lethargic, and then it is only watching Microcosmos, her favorite sick-time activity.
With my wife’s guidance, her dad took my daughter to her play room where my wife’s old keyboard has been transitioned into a toy. It was old, missing a few notes, and not meeting my wife’s needs. However, it is way more than most kid’s keyboards. Rose loves playing on it, and today was a highlight. Saba started playing a tune that my daughter would recognize, and this evolved into her singing Big, Big Star and him following along on the keyboard. After tooling around and finding different sounds, of which her favorite was organ, she started making up a song and playing (or he was, I couldn’t see). My daughter sings much of her day, and when given full attention, she will sing and perform with great gusto. There is nothing like the attention of a grandparent, and she shone–a moment of grace among many.