On pianos, hymns and goose eggs

Since Hannah was born we have always sung hymns to put her to sleep or calm her down, even to the point where she considers a few hymns "Hannah's song" and will get upset if we sing one of them to Ginny. She loves hearing them sung in church or recognizing the melodies elsewhere. Lee and I both adore hymns and are thrilled she is developing a love for them as well.

This week we were given a free Wurlitzer piano. It is currently in Hannah's room although she will be moving to the larger back room when we have time. For the time being she loves having it at her immediate disposal and sits down to play several times a day and usually insists everyone else join her. While Hannah seems to use her mother's quieter playing style, Ginny inherited her father's rather boisterous method and the neighbors are probably regretting our Craigslist find already.

Today Ginny decided to break in the new piano in an entirely different fashion. She was through testing the sound of the keys, so she proceeded to use her forehead to test the hardness of the bench leg. Her scrape immediately turned dark blue and by the time her daddy got home she was sporting a nasty goose egg. But in the middle of her wails, I heard a very sweet little voice start to sing "Be Still My Soul." Hannah could think of no better way to comfort her poor little sister than her old favorite hymn and sang it very well for a barely-three year old. I immediately recognized the tune and she knew quite a bit of the lyrics. It was definitely one of those moments that makes me love being a mom.

Photo is from last week when Hannah dumped 1/2 a box of cheerios on the floor for Ginny to play with and they both thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen. Crazy kids.