When all else fails, singing nearly always works. At first I thought it was me. I once glowingly told John, “You know, it sometimes feels like it’s been so long since college (and my music major days), I think I forgot that I’m actually good at this.” Oh the arrogance! I thought I was the freaking baby whisperer. And then I saw Eric put her abruptly to sleep with a few choruses of “Row, row, row your boat.”
Thank you, Megan, for the picture above; it was a good moment.
anna in med school 
nope, definitely you. i’m sure she prefers a few lines of the lux arumque descant over row, row, row your boat!
Sam, thank you! You made my day! It’s funny the preferences she already has. She literally always digs some Ravel, but she goes ballistic when I start singing the Durufle “Pie Jesu”…she must know it’s a requiem. How is residency treating you?
beg to differ! she went from hysterical to snoring in less than 5 seconds.
unreal!
That’s ridiculous. You had a gorgeous voice and its clear to me that our daughter knows it.
much love, JJ
Seriously. What the heck were you thinking?
Wait—you are an alto, aren’t you? 😉
ha! thanks 🙂
+1
spoken like a husband 🙂 love you!
She’ll become more discriminating as she ages, don’t worry 😛
hopefully not *too *discriminating 🙂
I think it was approximately my 5th song choice of the car ride – and you forget that you concomitantly turned the light on in the back, which probably had more to do with calming her down than my nursery school version of singing.
the light let her see your sweet face!
I’ll never forget her rapt attention to Bruno Mars. Stupidly awesome.
Yes! I love that! She misses you very much!