I’m about to pull the curtains off the wall and make some shorts. Or a dress, handkerchief, and a set of lederhosen. If only I had a sewing machine…
F and O have been singing “Do-Re-Mi” all weekend. We’re nailing our knowledge of the octave (kind of). It’s been the theme song to our move even though they’ve never seen the movie. But the greatest little thing evolved over the weekend (via repetition) that I don’t have the heart to correct. It’s just too delicious. A little like O adding “eeee” to the end of his words. (He’s still doing it, thankfully.)
Here’s what it sounds like when F sings Do-Re-Me:
“Do, a deer, a female deer. Hur-ray! a drop of golden sun. Me, a name I call myself. Faaaaw, a long long way to run. Sew, a needle……”
Is this what happens when you grow up in Seattle?
I’m ready to sing and spin around on the top of a hill with my arms out. We know a drop of golden sun will come again; Happy Labor Day.
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HereWeGoAJen says
Oh, how adorable! My daughter still calls herself “Dibits” for Elizabeth, but sadly she doesn’t say “ickapul” for pickle anymore. I will be so sad when she learns to say Elizabeth.
Wendy Sue Swanson, MD says
Yah, so hard to see those things go! Another one of my favorites that still remains: “ham-en-burger.” Will be a dark day when I hear “hamburger”…
Isa says
Our son used to look out the car window and yell “Rowsers!” It took us a while to figure out he was saying “Flowers!” Sweet moments in time.
Becky (Nelson) Hunter says
I will miss the summer call for lemalade. . . .