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Sunday evening found us driving home from Forest Lake, a bit after Essie’s bedtime. She still tells me “bach seat, Dada” if she wants some company on these longer drives, but this time she seemed just fine with Mykala and me in the front, and her in the twilight in the backseat. Now, Ess talks a lot lately, most of it narrating or monologuing about what she is doing and what she is imagining as she plays. A lot of diapers changed (“put onna keem”), a lot of tucking in and napping. More recently, she plays mama and baby (pig/giraffe/monkey/spoons/pair of shoes), and one of them says “I love you” and gives a kiss. But during the drive, she wasn’t playing with anything in particular, so instead, we hear this:
Here’s everyone singing Happy Birthday to You while Ess continually asks where her cake is.
A bit more from Bobby McFerrin’s Live in Montreal combo teaching/performance show: Bobby McFerrin - Drive.
Holy. Crap.
If you’re short on time, video gets CRAZY AMAZING at 1:55 (preferably with some headphones, to hear the incredible range).
I was born to sing. When I don’t, I feel empty. When I do, I feel fulfilled. It’s that simple.
— Natalie Walker