Kids in Concert

When I returned home from work today, I saw the tell-tale sign that Julia had put on another Goldens performance: her "stage" of two little chairs was set up in its usual place.  Our baby-sitter commented to me on the whole ordeal, and I discovered that until today, Tamara had never before had the pleasure of attending a Goldens concert.  "She makes up so many songs!"  Tamara remarked.  "And they're really GOOD!"

Yes, I have finally come to realize that the excessive amount of singing that the kids do is not typical.  Having a composer/singer mother and an improviser/singer father, I suppose it should be no surprise that our children are constantly bursting out in made-up song, no matter where we/they happen to be.  On the toilet.  In the grocery store.  In the middle of church.  In their beds at night when they're supposed to be sleeping.  Ethan and I have joined genetic forces to ensure we produce the most obsessively musical children on the face of the earth.

I had the lucky privilege of hearing a few Goldens songs this evening; while I only videotaped two of them, I can assure you I got to hear many, many more.  Here, in their most recent leg of their concert tour, are the Goldens:




Madeleine wanted her own turn to perform as well.  I have resigned myself to the fact that our whisks will never be acknowledged as such by the kids, and instead they will henceforth be known as "microphones."  As in:

MADELEINE: (running into the kitchen) Uh, Mommy, can you get me my MICROPHONE?

I unfortunately didn't get my video camera out in time to record Madeleine's first song, which was an original composition, filled with her new favorite lyric: "Justified it!  Justified it!"  Instead, what I got was her somewhat mangled version of "Jingle Bells," since of course, in the middle of May, that's the logical song to perform in concert:



Hooray!  Great job, Madeleine!  You totally justified it!