Rohan loves to sing. I may have mentioned this in times past, and it still very very much true today. In fact, he has elevated to using words in his songs naming them such catchy ditties as 'eat your dinner', oh god, there was a hilarious one today and I cannot seem to remember it. Regardless, he sings a lot.
All of the time. He may have caught this from me, the Broadway way.. I sing. A lot. About everything. He listens to me when I sing. He dances. He loves it. At least someone does. He may be my biggest fan.
And Rohans biggest fan? I thought for sure it would be me, his mother, it would make sense right? But sometimes, very occasionally (see: all the bloody time) his singing gets a little shrill, loud and kind of painful to hear, for me anyway. But there is one other being in our home that cannot seem to get enough of Rohans melodic melodies.
He swings his arms, flails his legs, shakes his body, waves his head from side to side. He has even had occasions in which he has joined in the rhythm and blues busting out of Rohans mouth. Both of them singing away. It is the greatest thing on earth to watch. Seriously.
There's Rohan playing with something and almost subconsciously singing away, you glance across the room at Avery, and there he is flailing about with a look of total elation alight in his eyes. Ahhh these boys, sometimes they really rock my world. Really.