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Abbi doting
Dec. 9th, 2005 04:20 pmI arrived home on Monday evening to be greeted by Abbi's enthusiastic "It's Dad! Hiya, Dad!!"
That's not new, although it is always gratifying. She then came and grabbed my hand and led me over to the chair, saying "Daddy, 'tar?"
I looked quizically at Mim who pointed at my guitar, and said that she had told Abbi that she could play my guitar when I got home. "OK," I said, "we'll play the guitar."
"Ooooooo KAY!!!" she declared, and waited until I had sat down before she climbed into my lap. I laid the guitar over our laps and played a couple of chords, before she moved my hands off the strings with her current favourite phrase "Go 'way, dad". She then held the neck with her left hand, curling the fingers around more-or-less correctly, and strummed the strings with her right. Before long, she had started to sing a medley of her favourite tunes: Itsy Bitsy Spider, the ABC song, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
She's pretty good (and by 'good', I mean 'accomplished', not 'not evil'.), even if I do say so myself. She knows the ABC song from A to Zed ('Zed', dammit! I don't care what Dr Seuss rhymes it with!) although she does pronounce 'W' as "dummelyay-you". When she finished a song, she either immediately launched into the next, or paused with "Yay! I did it! Hooray!"
She played again on Tuesday, with similar enthusiasm. Wednesday evening she was a little too tired, but on Thursday morning she saw my Bodhran hanging on the wall over my side of the bed, and asked "Daddy, drum, please?" and had a wonderful time bashing away for a while. Last night she was again too tired to stay up, so when she asked "Daddy. 'tar?" I had to placate her by promising her that she could play it tonight. I'm counting the minutes.
She's doing pretty well for 2-and-three-quarters, I thought.
That's not new, although it is always gratifying. She then came and grabbed my hand and led me over to the chair, saying "Daddy, 'tar?"
I looked quizically at Mim who pointed at my guitar, and said that she had told Abbi that she could play my guitar when I got home. "OK," I said, "we'll play the guitar."
"Ooooooo KAY!!!" she declared, and waited until I had sat down before she climbed into my lap. I laid the guitar over our laps and played a couple of chords, before she moved my hands off the strings with her current favourite phrase "Go 'way, dad". She then held the neck with her left hand, curling the fingers around more-or-less correctly, and strummed the strings with her right. Before long, she had started to sing a medley of her favourite tunes: Itsy Bitsy Spider, the ABC song, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
She's pretty good (and by 'good', I mean 'accomplished', not 'not evil'.), even if I do say so myself. She knows the ABC song from A to Zed ('Zed', dammit! I don't care what Dr Seuss rhymes it with!) although she does pronounce 'W' as "dummelyay-you". When she finished a song, she either immediately launched into the next, or paused with "Yay! I did it! Hooray!"
She played again on Tuesday, with similar enthusiasm. Wednesday evening she was a little too tired, but on Thursday morning she saw my Bodhran hanging on the wall over my side of the bed, and asked "Daddy, drum, please?" and had a wonderful time bashing away for a while. Last night she was again too tired to stay up, so when she asked "Daddy. 'tar?" I had to placate her by promising her that she could play it tonight. I'm counting the minutes.
She's doing pretty well for 2-and-three-quarters, I thought.
