Singing Quinn and Big McKenna

So, 3 year olds don't sing pretty. Quinn is so exception to this rule. She was a late bloomer to singing. But now she call pretty much learn songs and repeat them. She CAN do this. She chooses not to.

Tonight in the car I was telling her how I proud I was of her for singing with her friends and the primary on stage during the Ward Christmas Breakfast this morning. Then, I started singing Away in the Manger, which is the only song from the concert that she knows. She did not join in.

When I was done sing, there was this silence, and then she said, "Mom, you do know (and broke into song) "Joy to the World, the Lords is come. Let earth ...." She sang the whole song. She knows the words better than I do. I loved it. She sang it on my request 3 more times on the way home. Then I join in and then Kenna joined in scream and singing. The three of us sang about Jesus all the way home. I was so happy.

You should have seen Tim and I watching her sing this morning in the primary Christmas program. We both ended up standing from our table to get a better view. I was taking pictures, and neither of us could take our eyes off of her. It was one of those moments as a parents. The first time one my next children sings in the primary program, I might stay sitting and keep eating my bacon ... I realize that. But this was a moment for us a young parents. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stand there and watch her pretend to sings songs she didn't know with a big smile on her face occasionally waving to us forever. I love my singing Quinn.

On a totally different note: McKenna is 18 months and starts Nursery tomorrow. I am not sure I have it in my this weekend to dress her up and take pictures, but I will do the best I can. I can't believe she all of a sudden got so big and so old. I love that she is crazy and normal and falls down all the time and sings and gets a groove and has to dance. She'll probably start dancing when they sing in Nursery. I hope they let her. Too bad nursery is at nap time, and as good parents we pretty much need to take her home and put her to bed. I will be conflicted I am sure.