All Singing, All Dancing

I love singing to Grace and Ana.  Love it.

I get the feeling that they love it too.  They get huge smiles on their faces when I do which puts a huge smile on my face which causes them to smile even bigger.  It's a vicious cycle.

We have a routine in place where Erin gets the bath ready, and I change them and get them ready for the bath.  While we're doing our routine I sing and dance and do whatever I can to get my giggle fix.  The songs I sing are the only thing that isn't part of the routine.  I'll sing whatever comes in my mind.  Whether it be Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves or Magic by Ben Kweller or Lost in the Supermarket by The Clash.  My repertoire knows no bounds, and the girls appreciate my range and knowledge of various musical genres.  Or they like the silly faces I make while singing.  Either way.

I also sing to them if they're a little excited and not going down so easily when it is sleep time.  That's when I'll whip out the various lullaby songs that I love.  Ben Folds or Elizabeth Mitchell or Amos Lee are all go to songs that calm the girls down.

They like singing so much that Erin joined in on the fun the other night.  We sang That's Amore while dancing around the kitchen.  Then we moved into a medley of Beatles songs.  Babies love The Beatles.  They're quite fond of the early work of John, Paul, George and Ringo.  I Want to Hold Your Hand and She Loves You may be their favorites.  We danced and sang with them all the way from the kitchen to the nursery and back down again.  We smiled and laughed, and it was a total family affair.

I also bring this up because I'm not able to do my song routine on nights when Erin has Mom's Night Out for her twins group.  At that point it is all about getting through bath time and bottle time.  Game face time.  It not only throws me off, but it also seems to take them out of their comfort zone.  Maybe I give a little too much credit to my dulcet tones, but it's something they enjoy and not doing it takes that enjoyment away.  Or maybe it just puts me in an infectious good mood that they catch.

Either way a day or night without singing to my daughters just isn't the same, and I'll keep singing away until it embarrasses them (and probably even after that).