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July 27, 2006

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Eileen

Oh, she is definitely going to be on stage at the Royal Opera House one of these days!

skookumchick

Oh my god, that is hilarious... such form! such volume! such creativeness of key!! How did you hold the camera straight the whole time? ;-)

klh

Is it from "Carmen?" Am I hearing 'L'amour est un oiseau rebelle?' coming from Annika's lips?

She is destined for the stage!

anglophilia

I am in LOVE!!! I'm so jealous that yours will sing on camera. I have to sneak up on mine either in the shower or in their darkened rooms. It makes for some very interesting video...

Perhaps Frankie could have done the chorus? Or would that be too much stage sharing?

Jane Dark

klh beat me! But that is definitely L'amour est un oiseau rebelle.

Moreena, if I get out your way, I'll teach her the Valkyrie ho-jo-to-ho...

liz

She is so fun! And she's got a great voice up until the end there.

Do you have the Beethovan's Wig series? If not, you MUST get them.

angela marie

Awesome. The beautiful singing brought my 3 year old AWAY from the tv to see what I was watching here in the kitchen! :)

Becca

Is this from the The Three Musketeers when Clarabelle and Goofy fall in love? We LOVE that movie!!!

moreena

Yup, it's from Carmen. So glad it was recognizable.

(And, yes, we've got the first Beethoven's Wig, which is a lot of fun)

Angela Marie - Hi! That's quite a statement, there.

uccellina

Husband and I agree that the high notes at the end are the best part. Also, one of the cats came over to see what was making that sound :-) We all loved it.

halloweenlover

I totally recognized it too!

I have to add that she is going to KILL you when she is 16 and sees this.

peripateticpolarbear

Music major here, and I couldn't remember what it was. It was killing me... duh, da, da,da, duh, da, da, da, da, dot, dot, dot-i-dot, da, da, da, duh.....why can't I remember the song?

I agree about the voice....she's remarkably on pitch for her age. Save the tape. Play it the night of her debut.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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