As of yesterday, mommy is all quiet. A vicious bout of laryngitis has taken her voice completely for a while. In other words, we're experiencing a whole new sort of mommy-baby relationship. Mommy used to sing to Mara a lot. Instead, yesterday we danced to a phone playing Music Together . It was odd, Mara kept wanting to go to the source of the sounds. I put her down, she checked it out, then crawled to the ukulele and dragged it toward me. Yup baby, I'm aware it's better when I play and sing, I just can't right now. I smile and rap on the instrument's wooden body along with the music. It kinda works, but we soon decide to move on to other things. Daddy is taking over like a champ. For the whole time we were together yesterday evening he was doing a three-fold narration of what everyone is doing: himself, Mara and mommy. Mara seems to accept this change just fine. As long as her epic adventures don't go unsung, I guess. This morning, though, it