Singing

December 29th, 2008

In a lovely development this month, Talia has started singing! She doesn’t do it much on her own, but joins in when I am singing at home or in the car.
So far her repertoire includes:
- Old McDonald - she does the animal noises and the e-i-e-i-o
- Galumph Went the Little Green Frog - she says “baaaa” when I say “but” and then sings “ya ya ya” when I sing “la de da de da”
- Pat-a-cake - just the first words, only she loses a syllable, so it sounds like “pack-ache, pack-ache”
- I had a Rooster - she does the animal noises
- Wind the Bobbin up - she says “poo, poo” for “pull, pull” and claps/pats her knees at the correct times

She also claps along to the first verse of If you’re Happy and you Know it, and does the beeps in the second verse of the Wheels on the Bus.

Karaoke here we come!

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A moment of gratitude

December 24th, 2008

You know sometimes you think of something and it strikes you as being so true that you almost say something out loud, even if no-one is there? I had one of those moments.

We went to a concert a week ago where they sang a Paul Kelly song called “Meet me in the Middle of the Air” which is an achingly beautiful modern rendition of the 23rd Psalm, and I’d been humming it on and off all week. Then last night there was a lady on chat who had just lost her son, a 24 weeker, at 2 days of age. The thought hit me today.

Our NICU journey. We walked through the valley of the shadow of death.

I know it’s easy to take the miracle of life for granted, but today I am feeling particularly grateful.

God is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Eternal forever.

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