December 1st, 2008
For about two years now, part of our bedtime routine for Jacob is that I read him a book, sing to him, and then put him down for the night. I’d been singing “Jesus Loves Me” because that’s what Terah had been singing when she used to do that part of the bedtime routine.
One day a week or two ago, I got tired of singing the same song, so I sang a bit of “Home On The Range” for him. The next night, I asked him which song he wanted me to sing, and he said “Home Range.” Pretty soon, he stopped saying “ready sing” and started saying “home range” when he was ready for me to start singing.
Yesterday, we were on the train and Terah happened to be singing Home On The Range to him. She was congested, and started coughing when she got to the chorus, which goes like this:
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Since Terah was coughing, Jacob surprised us both by “singing” the chorus himself. Just imagine this in a 2-year-old voice:
Home, home on. . . range,
There is deer here.
Skies not cloudy all daaaaaaaayyy!
He didn’t get it all, but we were both stunned that he knew it that well.