Published on June 9th, 2013 | 286 Views2
When baby loves music
But after 12 weeks with Baby Girl we were not only doing baby music once a week. We were there three mornings a week.
In the beginning I didn’t even know the lyrics to Incy Wincy Spider. Now I don’t only know all the classics. My repertoire includes every possible song that might come up during a children’s music class.
When Daddy T came home on Friday, I was dancing around with Baby Girl singing Up, Up, Up in a Balloon with great conviction.
I’m constantly singing these days. Grandma N, who once told me singing wasn’t for me, has even commented that having a baby must have been good for my voice.
I’ve become the one singing loudest in all the classes we go to. Sometimes it also seems like there’s just the teacher and me who know the words.
The only problem with my loud singing is that it regularly sounds like I’ve been out all night and I wake up with a hoarse voice. Baby Girl really doesn’t understand the concept of me needing a bit of rest. And it’s all about Baby Girl.