Friday, February 24, 2012

Singing

Emmy Singing

Here's a video of Emmy singing in the bath last night.  I asked her to sing "itsy bitsy spider."

We're not sure what song she's singing at the end, (about a snowman?) but it must be something they sing at preschool.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Alphabetically speaking

The last time I went to McKay's, a used bookstore here in town, I picked up a really cute book to read with Emmy.  The reason I picked it up is because it was clearly all the words to a song I learned long at Girl Scout camp, called "A You're an Antelope."  (Found the lyrics- here: Girl Scout Songbook-- scroll to bottom)

Anyway, in this version, the lyrics were much nicer. Here's a video, though apparently, we've been singing it wrong: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkgi0arlSFo

So, most nights, Emmy asks us to read the "a-book."  Some nights, she prefers to read the books herself, so last week, she climbed up in the rocking chair with her book and proceeded to sing us almost the entire song.

It wasn't perfect, but Tom and I just sat there, mouths agape, as our daughter sang this silly song we've sung so many nights-- especially when she sang this part:

M-N-O-P, I could go on all day
Q-R-S-T, alphabetically speaking (pause for effect) You're Okay!

Now, granted her "alphabetically" was a little garbled, but we knew what she meant.

Yesterday, I caught her singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider, all by herself, but she refused to sing it again for Tom when I called him into the room.

She also sings Twinkle, twinkle and baa baa black sheep.

And she loves "this little piggy," although all of the piggies, at the moment, go to the market, until she announces that one goes "wee wee wee wee allthewayhome," complete with tiptoeing fingers up your leg.

Her other favorite book is "Uh-Libbit," which translates to Olivia by Ian Falconer.  She points to all the dresses that Olivia wears in the book and calls them "princess dresses."  (She likes to wear a tutu and dance-- sticking her leg in the air behind her, but don't ask her to do the ballerina dance-- you have to call it the princess dance)

And, last but not least, every night we say good night and tell her we love her, and sometimes she says I love you.  Sometimes, I love you, too.  But last night, she said, (for the first time that I've ever heard it), "I love you very much."

Oh, and on a different note, she also says "dammit."  But at least she says it appropriately.  Like when she can't get her sock on by herself, you'll hear her mutter, "damm-it."  (Whoops.)