Louella’s taken a real shine to her guitar lately. She asks Willy & I to sit on the bed & sing along with her to songs she’s made up. It’s pretty awesome.
So, as we were getting her ready for bed last night, I was, as usual, met with “I wanna do it by myself.” Over and over again. So I started singing back to her a rendition of Eric Carmen’s “All By Myself” circa 1975. (I swear I can hear it playing on my parents’ digital clock radio.) Except I sang it “All by myself. Don’t wanna be I wanna do it — all by myself.” She loved it (I’m sure minus my bad singing) and sang along.
So instead of reading the same books for the thousandth time at bedtime, I got a little unorthodox and did a little music appreciation lesson with some crazy (crazy awesome) choices. I showed her some videos in her bed and we talked about them. Dolly Parton: “I like her hair,” she said. “It’s on her shoulders.” Oh, boy.
Here’s what we watched. Am I the best mom, or what?!


























