August

I have decided that I may just have to re-name the wee lass. She loves making music out of everything. She adores echoes; runs her baby fingers over the registers, delighting in the soft musical sounds; she waves some imaginary conductor's baton in the car to make the music come on if I forget; drums on tables, boxes, and sometimes even me; will riverdance at the drop of a hat, in public or private; sings along with me or the stereo, or even on her own, to her stuffed animals.

I have decided to call her ... August.

LMAO!