Piano Lessons

Hayden has, in the last month, taken to singing along in church. It is a cacophany of sounds, some sweet, some pretty obnoxious, but you can tell she's loving it, and since she doesn't have the foggiest clue of what "shhh" means, we let her go for it. Chris is our pianist and she waits until he starts playing to start singing. She's sometimes a little behind on stopping the song, but I think that's mostly due to the volume of her singing - it takes her a minute to realize she's doing a solo. She's enamored with the song book, and tries to help me hold it when we sing. Totally uninterested in any of her toys during song time.

She is the delight of all the women we sit near at church - her wailing keeps them in stitches, and they're convinced she'll walk in her daddy's footsteps and become an accomplished singer and musician. I hope so, because the alternative (following after me) means it won't be getting much better than what she's belting out now.

Tonight, at Thurmon and Gwenell's, Chris decided to play some for us, and Hayden and I sat on the bench and sang along. Hayden discovered her natural born talent (everyone says she's got piano hands with those long fingers of hers) and began playing along with her daddy. As you can see from the pictures, she soon channeled her inner Jerry Lee and was not so much singing as shouting her own little lyrics to the songs. This provided us with enormous entertainment, particularly for her Grandma and Papa, and has further encouraged her daddy in his quest for the perfect piano for her. Now I think we're looking for a baby size model to start her off on before we move her up to the Steinway baby grand he's on the hunt for... Lord, help us! Thankfully we're starting small, though. The way she was singing tonight, I think it'd definitely be worth making sure the chick can sing before we invest too much in our future Mozart's instruments!