Singing

The Monkey Mama noticed it as we were putting the Monkey to bed tonight: he was singing.

They were "baa baa" nonsense words, but there was a definite change in pitch, and the pulses of his gibberish seemed to follow roughly along with the beats of songs in his songbook.

The Monkey Mama had to shush me so that I could hear it too. The Monkey Mama was also first to notice his 7th tooth breaking the gumline. He's been close for a while, but the bottom left tooth one out from the middle is now showing.

Back when I was the full-time stay-at-home dad, these are both the sorts of things that I would have noticed first. I'm happy to share these fun discoveries, but it does make me a little nostalgic (for last month).