Sam and I have had several occasions to run nighttime errands these last few weeks. Along the way, we play Christmas carols and we usually take some detours to look at Christmas lights. I’m really enjoying this.What I really like are two things. First, when I ask him to go, I don’t have to ask him twice. He’s up, getting his shoes and jacket on, and pulling his tight wool hat down over his head- all before I have the chance to get my sneakers on. No convincing needed.
The other thing I like is, even though he doesn’t say a whole lot, other than the occasional “Wow” or “It looks like there are some down there.”, he sings to himself on some of the songs and he taps his feet in time to the music. Jingle Bells, Rudolph, Must Be Christmas, these seem to be his favorites.
His voice has changed since I last heard him sing. Of course, that was years ago, when I would rock him before bedtime. Back then, our three nightly standards were You Are My Sunshine, Sleep My Child, and Jingle Bells. This went on year round for at least a couple of years.
Now, with the deeper voice, the notes become a general target that he’s trying to hit. I don’t say much to him because I don’t want him to be self conscious about it, but it’s pretty fun, in one of those quiet, typical Sam kind of ways.
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