Lately, when he plays the piano, I hear him humming and doing what could be the beginning of singing. I've consulted with both of Hubba Hubba's sister's and they agree. He's singing.
This really shouldn't surprise me--I sing to him. A lot. Like when I change his diaper (click here if you're curious about what that might sound like). Or when we brush our teeth, or get dressed, or clean up toys...really, just about any time of the day you're likely to find me singing to Wiggle Man, or at him, or at least in the same room as him.
And, since it's a rare day that I'm playing the piano and not singing along, Wiggle Man has learned that the two go together--at least in our house.
These shots are courtesy of my sister-in-law and, judging from the circumference of his hair, are a little dated. They must have been taken shortly after his last hair cut.
If you look closely, you can see our attempts at "art" on the easel in the background.
No laughing--remember, I've already admitted I can't draw. If you look very, very closely, you can see my attempt at Curious George.
Sigh.
2 comments:
Another songwriter in the making! ;-)
How cute is he?! My boys love to get their hands on a piano, except I have no musical ability to show them. I like what I can see of your curious george!
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