|... which song shall we do next? Gwandma? ...|
I had planned on spending my time in Ottawa, either at the National Gallery or perhaps sitting in on parliament for a few sessions.
I might even have decided to go to some noon hour organ concerts with Mary.
|I can make music and be charmed by the video "All Dogs Go to Heaven"|
... at the same time ...
I didn't have to look far around me to find musical instruments to play with: bongo drums, shakers, bells, triangles, rattles, goat-skinned covered gourds. As soon as I make one instrument seem like a lot of fun, I lose it to her little hands and I get to pick up another and try to make it sound even more fun to play with.
|... "can we sing all morning?" ...|
... "yes, we can" ...
We tell stories to each other in song.
I invite her to snack time in song, and she sings back to me exactly what she wants to have on her plate: orange cheese, carrots and an orange. And so we sing in orange.
Ta dum, ta dee.
More fun than the National Gallery and a session of parliament combined.