Saturday, April 25, 2009
I don't know what she will be when she grows up. We don't really make plans like that, not even for us. I know I'm not what I thought I would be when I grew up. But I know Pip loves music. The first time I felt her move in my womb, I was playing the piano and singing one afternoon at home. When I did an Easter special the year she was born, my seven-months-along tummy started jiving along with the choir, as if she was dancing for joy.
She loves to turn on a CD so she can dance, and already she is learning to sing along with her songs. I guess she got her love of music from us both.
I was sitting at the piano with Piper the other day and told her about her movement in my womb, told her about how Button might like music to, and told her that we should sing for Button too. She doesn't follow all that yet, but I suspect she'll catch on pretty quickly.
Most people get so frustrated with the two-year-old. Perhaps I'm strange, but I honestly get along with her better now than I have since she was four weeks old and decided she knew all she needed to know about the world. I'm really enjoying this time with her.
I think that's a good thing.