J has heard me croon all sorts of songs in my delightfully melodious(!) voice since before he was born. No wonder then, he has a passion for all things musical. He has enjoyed rhymes and songs since he was a tiny little baby. We have our own little sing-along sessions at home. We sing together at play group and toddler groups.
J absolutely adores musical instruments as well. Drums, little guitars, keyboards, bells, you name it, he is ready to have a go at it. It must be a mother's pride, but I do think he is really rather good.
J was bought a colourful little piano for his first birthday to encourage his musical talent. To be honest, it was a spur-of-the-momemt purchase. J had a go at playing it in the store and could not get enough of it. M, big softie that he is, just had to buy it for his little baby boy. I didn't put up much of a fight either. Reason being, it sounded rather good for the price. And it did not need any batteries to make it work. It was a good old-fashioned piece of equipment with metal keys. You don't see that too often these days. It had just seven keys, so we would play just one scale. More than enough to start off with.
|Playing the Piano|
To cut a long story short, J has had the piano for a year and a half now, and has thumped on it, err, made music with it, often enough. Up until yesterday, when I suddenly remembered that the instrument came with a few song sheets. Sheets that I had carefully put away to keep safe from toddler fingers. So I racked my poor old brain, trying to remember where I had kept those sheets, so carefully that nobody could ever find them.
Cue M to the rescue. He remembered where they were and was kind enough to get them for me. So armed with my music sheets, I started playing/thumping the notes on J's little piano, singing along as I went. Gary Barlow couldn't have done better if he had tried!
J was enthralled. He soon joined in on the keys, me calling out the colour, he tapping the correct key. We played Jingle Bells, Twinkle Twinkle, This Old Man and London Bridge. And so we went, over and over, a good few times.
And then J started to sing. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with all the words. First time ever. His little eyes shining as bright as twinkling stars. He carried on, as we looked on with unbridled pride and joy.
There has been no stopping him since. We have had multiple renditions of Twinkle Twinkle, Jingle Bells, When Santa got Stuck up the Chimney, 5 Little Ducks, the title song to Thomas and more.
Maybe the notes aren't perfect, but it all sounds rather tuneful to my biased ears.
Do we need to sound-proof the house just yet?