It is no surprise that Elijah Brooks loves music - all kinds. It's just in his blood, and I hope it is for our daughter too. He is constantly talking about music, singing, asking about it, identifying the sound of instruments on the radio or his CD's, identifying fast/slow, high sounds/low sounds, dancing to music, telling me he wants to learn to play the violin - of all things -, and anything else you could do music. Every time we get in the car, he requests, Handel's Water Music, Vivaldi, Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven. I promise people, I am not cramming this down my child's throat - he just loves it, from deep within. During "reading time" in his room each day, he requests for the CD with the "big organ" on it. We have known for a long time that he has a good ear, which is half the battle in music. He knows the slightest interval changes and is quite in tune to them (no pun intended).
Yesterday as we were eating lunch, he was singing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse them song - which is I know if far from Bach. He asked me to sing it. I tried, and apparently I failed. I thought that I sung the intervals exactly correct, but he kept telling me that I wasn't singing it right. So he would sing it again, and I would again try - and fail. This went on for about 10 minutes - not kidding. Here I am, with a Master's Degree in Voice and failing miserably at singing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song. I was getting frustrated (weak moment), but was insanely intrigued by my child's ear! How in the world could he sing this thing nearly perfectly, but then also realize that I was singing 1 tiny interval incorrectly? He continued to say, "mommy, that's not how it goes! It goes like this....".
I have never seen pure pleasure and excitement on a child's face when I finally mastered the Clubhouse song! He proudly exclaimed, "Mommy, YOU DID IT"!
At least he was patient and encouraging the whole time I was struggling :)
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I have noticed it too - the intervals - the listening - he loves to play the big xylophone over at our house. Wednesday night he looked at me and said, "Please tell me about your day E-Daddy. How was it? What did you do?" Are you sure he will be only three in November? Love, E=Daddy
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