Genevieve woke up altogether too early this morning, so after she nursed and talked to herself for a while, I grudgingly took her downstairs, where we had a great time. She was propped up on a pillow so she could see her "baby gym" and me, but all she really wanted to do was flash her great little smile and make the most high-pitched sounds this side of echolocation. She does this thing now where she makes eye contact, smiles, and then turns her head coyly into her shoulder. It was wonderful.
After about a half hour of this, we heard her sister wake up. Julia was very content to stay in bed and sing - at very high volume - a selection of her favorite songs, including "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." This tune was sung in a variety of tempos, from Nat King Cole crooning to Anthony Kiedis sing-rapping. As if that weren't funny enough, she would, after ending each stanza, exclaim, "That was wonderful!" just like Bert does on one of her favorite Sesame Street songs, and then compliment Piggy, the stuffed animal she's borrowing from Genevieve ("until she is oh-der and can hode it by herself"): "Good job, Piggy! I yike how you danced!" Pause, then, "Twinkle, twinkle..."
It's hard to believe, but this was an even better way to start the day than a cup of coffee and the paper.