§ ¶Rise, sugar, rise
A couple of weeks or so ago, Samara asked if we could practice my listening. We got otherwise occupied and forgot about it until the next day when she reminded me that we hadn't done it yet. Thus commenced one of our mother-daughter practice sessions; another one followed this week. We've had them during Doran's nap, when the house is quiet. She's pretty good at it actually, and gets excited when I hear something correctly. We go through various categories: colors, fruit, articles of clothing, etc. One time she listed objects in the room. She suggested "things that move" as a category and rattled off words like "helicopter, moving truck, police car, Daddy's car..." Okay, a couple of those weren't quite what I had in mind, but I'll give her points for creativity.Two times this week I was in the car and was able to recognize the song playing on the kids' CD. The first time, I clearly heard "nine days old," and realized the song was "pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold." Today I kept hearing a phrase repeated that sounded annoyingly familiar. After listening hard, it hit me: the line was "rise, sugar, rise," which is part of a song we sang yesterday at Kindermusik (where the CD is from). Go me!
Tonight, I was getting Doran ready for bed when I thought I heard Samara crying downstairs. I yelled down, "Is everything okay?" but then saw lights flashing outside my bedroom window - a firetruck and police car had driven up our street. Even though I couldn't correctly place the noise at first, I was excited that I heard it at all.
