The girl does the most adorable thing these days when you drive with her.
No matter what’s on the radio (usually some depressing tale of suffering, anguish, or political misconduct on NPR) she will sing at the top of her lungs whilst slapping her knees and waving her little head back and forth like an Indian raga singer. Her hands reach up as high as they can go before coming down onto her knees one at a time, and she only pauses if she sees a dog, bird or train and has to show you the sign for it.
She’s very tuned into music (pun NOT intended, but there nonetheless) even more so than her brother was. Some of her favorites are Wilco, the Flaming Lips, Old 97’s and more recently even Garth Brooks. The boy got a mix CD from a friend of his for his birthday of all of his favorite songs. It’s mostly a Country mix, and it includes some good stuff like Johnny Cash, but we’ve also had to sit through countless repetitions of “Cheeseburger in Paradise.” I kid you not. Really, though you put any music on and she starts dancing and swirling around, utterly delighted.
I know some of you have seen the dancing video before, but it’s too cute not to repost here.
Here’s one where she’s singing and doing her little head bobble. It’s a bit older, so she “sings” more nowadays, but you get the picture. Yes, she’s sitting in a tupperware and yes, the boy is “playing” a helicopter.