Another word on the previous post: I don’t think Erin appreciated the crinklie empty bag of potato chips as much as Grace and Daddy did. It’s large, so there’s plenty of surface area. It affords many different angles of stimuli. It’s light, so she doesn’t drop it. We think it’s a winner!
Grace is in her little Buzzyseat. Apparently, her little green friend’s ears taste good. Since Jenny (aka Aunt Jenny) connected the rings to the animal friend, there’s a tether with which she can ultimately activate the “sound cord,” which plays a nice tune (Beep-bee p-beep). Of course, she’s too young to comprehend instrumental behavior; nonetheless, every so often she manages to tug the rings or bumblebee or ladybug or some other purple stuffed animal that I can’t identify. It’s like she hits the jackpot. In fact, it used to surprise me when it suddenly played. “Beep-Beep-Beep…”
You know, you’d think that the tune would be something that Mom and Dad would recognize. Instead, it’s some little diddy that doesn’t accord with any nursery rhymes/songs that I remember. Likewise, with Erin — and she’s a mom who definitely knows her kid songs. Uncle Mike is the most musical in Grace’s extended families. Even if (…Beep-Beep-Beep…) he can’t identify lyrics, he can teach her the complexities of melody and chords whenever that time comes.
That’s the eighth time she’s activated the song in the past few minutes. Should I make it harder for her? Raise the bar, so to speak? No question that high expectations prompts achievement. I’ll think I’ll make a deal with her. I’ll leave the pull cord alone until I figure out how to record and export sound file to a WordPress directory. That way, you can hear it too. Lots. Yes, the exact same tune that I’ve now heard 11th time in the past 15 minutes.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to eat more potato chips. Beep-Beep-Beep.
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