Carolyn Grace loves to sing.
Although I can only understand 5% of what she says, I can always catch the tune that she is singing.
She wakes up every morning singing and goes to sleep every night singing.
She'll sing happy birthday to anything and everything, and with all of the potty training we have going on, has recently added "poop" as a critter on Old MacDonald's farm.
"On that farm he had a poop ... with a poop, poop here and a poop, poop there."
Much like her namesake, our little Gracie sings all the time.
While we may have harmony in one part of our house, we don't always have it throughout the house.
Especially if Elizabeth (aka: Baby C) is anywhere nearby.