Here's a cute little wee one:
This is Granddaughter Anika.
She is a petite ball of spice.
Loved by all.
Her development has her making fun and funny expressions, and fun and funny sounds. She is exploring her ability to make sounds, and she is observing all those who make expressions and sounds around her.
Fast-forward to her mother and I taking Anika into an art museum this weekend in the hopes of lulling her to nap in her stroller a couple of hours before their flight home. Daughter Gillian had Anika in her stroller, in a prone position, with a sheet over the stroller so as to keep visual distractions to a minimum.
Well.
Once wee Anika discovered the marvellous acoustics of the museum's cavernous walls surrounding her, she began belting out her own little concert of echos, underneath the cover of her stroller sheet.
First, vowel sounds:
AHHHhhhhhh! (echo: ahhh!) (another echo: ahhhhhhh!)
AHHHHHHHhhhh! (echo: ahhhhh!) (yet another echo: ahhhhhhh!)
And then, throwing in a consonant here and there:
WAHHHhhhhh! WAHHHHhhhh! (echo: wahhh! wahhh!)
DADADADADAHHHHH!!! (echo: dadadadada!!)
MAHMAHMAHHHHH (echo: mamamahhhhh!)
BAHBAHBAHHHHhh! (echo: bababa!!!)
And so went her acoustics festival concert for all the museum patrons to hear, whether they appreciated her fine talent or not.
She never slept, and after half an hour of her fine voice regaling the museum patrons, we headed this babe to the car.
I am not sure we were even out of the underground parking before she had fallen asleep.
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
She is a petite ball of spice.
Loved by all.
Her development has her making fun and funny expressions, and fun and funny sounds. She is exploring her ability to make sounds, and she is observing all those who make expressions and sounds around her.
Fast-forward to her mother and I taking Anika into an art museum this weekend in the hopes of lulling her to nap in her stroller a couple of hours before their flight home. Daughter Gillian had Anika in her stroller, in a prone position, with a sheet over the stroller so as to keep visual distractions to a minimum.
Well.
Once wee Anika discovered the marvellous acoustics of the museum's cavernous walls surrounding her, she began belting out her own little concert of echos, underneath the cover of her stroller sheet.
First, vowel sounds:
AHHHhhhhhh! (echo: ahhh!) (another echo: ahhhhhhh!)
AHHHHHHHhhhh! (echo: ahhhhh!) (yet another echo: ahhhhhhh!)
And then, throwing in a consonant here and there:
WAHHHhhhhh! WAHHHHhhhh! (echo: wahhh! wahhh!)
DADADADADAHHHHH!!! (echo: dadadadada!!)
MAHMAHMAHHHHH (echo: mamamahhhhh!)
BAHBAHBAHHHHhh! (echo: bababa!!!)
And so went her acoustics festival concert for all the museum patrons to hear, whether they appreciated her fine talent or not.
She never slept, and after half an hour of her fine voice regaling the museum patrons, we headed this babe to the car.
I am not sure we were even out of the underground parking before she had fallen asleep.
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
1 comment:
So funny! Yep, these little ones have fun finding their voices to the delight of parents and grandparents. I'm boasting that Luka (at 6 months) now tries to do be-bopping and copy all the noises his daddy can make. That would drive me crazy if I listened to it too long but so far everyone at their house is having fun.
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