This is not the Newfoundland type. It’s of the Miah type.
Sunday was Miah’s second Jazz gig. To my surprise, she was hailed as the youngest member of Ottawa’s Capital Vox Jazz Choir. She was very attentive for all the singing but was a bit bored during the sermon. Doesn’t matter how young, you could likely say that of any child. She even sang quielty along cooing during select parts, especially during the choir director, Elise Letourneau’s beautiful solo piece.
It was the apres-choir socializing that was of much more interest to young Miah. The group decided, upon leaving the church, that the famous Newport restaurant was the venue of choice for our post-gig snack, so we all headed over in the brisk evening air. Miah had fallen asleep during the last sermon so, she was oblivous to the quick shuffling through the traffic.
Somehow, it was the warmth of the restaurant that seem to wake her. She took some time to adjust and look around, there were lots of TVs to watch, she loves that! After just enough time to order had elapsed, she seemed to remember that there had been some singing going on in the not-so-distant past. Having just discovered a high-pitched range to her voice this week, she thought it would be appropriate to start letting everyone know that she was there. And it was just that she did.
The Newport is not what I would call a quiet place and when Miah starting her squealing, er, I mean singing, the room, and time, stopped. My ears were taken hostage by the frequency that she was able to hit and I thought I would never hear again. Every single patron immediately turned expecting to see a murder or similar life-threatening event. Even the cook came running out of the back to see what the earth shattering sound was about. There was a brief moment of silence when everyone realized that it was nothing but a “singing” baby, and then a roar of laughter filled the room.
Let’s just say that I believe that Miah will be an entertainer. The more people laughed, the more she squealed and the bigger the grin got that was stretched across her pudgy little 4-month old face.
She is a doll, and, clearly, she will be a ham. Not hard to believe she is Mario’s daughter.
TTFN
