Abigail is really into singing lately. Her current favorite toy is a rainbow stacker that plays music when all of the pieces are stacked up. She has discarded the pieces and just pushes the button with her finger to get a nice background track for whatever song or dance she has in mind. She will play it over and over for her whole nap time sometimes, composing and refining different songs. She calls this toy her singing umbrella.

One of my favorite nap time songs recently went like this:

I’m a big girl
In the whole wide world
And if you want me
just yell PSSHT CHA CHA PSSHT CHA CHA PSSHT!

That bit at the end there is beat boxing. She’s got pretty good technique. I also love the shared compositions she invents with her dad when he starts strumming D and G on the guitar and they alternate lines.

Dad: Hands are not food
Abi: But they taste like pasta
Dad: But you should spit them out
Abi: And say PLAH

Chorus: PLAH PLAH PLAH PLAH PLAH

Abigail likes real songs, too. The other night she sang the entire first verse of “Good King Wenceslas” while her dad played the piano, feeding her the lines one by one. She probably didn’t understand a word of it but the pronunciation was spot-on.

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath’ring winter fuel

Her singing is still a low-register, moany, tuneless bray and it makes me so happy.