Genevieve sings!   Ok, not really, but she does love music (particularly reggae and ska, but that’s another story).   On the singing front, she is pretty much a one-hit-wonder.   On radio Genevieve, it’s old MacDonald, all the time.     I dont know if it’s a sign of our horrendously neglectful habit of parking her in front of baby einstien or if its something she gets at day care, but she loves that damn farmer and she walks around singing e-i-e-i-o all day long.   She has a set of animal-related literature that she relates to Mac  D, and she walks around clutching these various tomes and singing until someone sits with her and sings the song.   We do the song as a duet, with her supplying the e-i-e-i’s and naming the animals and me handling the rest.   The only problem with this approach is that G’s farm contains only dogs, as this seems to be the only animal’s name she can remember.   I think she may be figuring out “cow”, but for now, it’s a “moo” in Genespeak.   I think she may also be on the verge of getting “horse”, but she seems to have a little difficulty determining which is the horse and which is the cow.   Her plight is not helped by the fact that she destroyed her “Snappy Little Farm Animals” pop-up book so that the duck has no head, the horse has no  nose, and the rooster is completely MIA.   Cruel, cruel baby.   She’s never going to win the 4-H competeition at this rate.   Maybe I should call the humane society.   That poor duck.