recording small voices

The kids love to make up songs these days. They both really love to sing a song they know with different beginning sounds. Eden will sing, "Blah, blah black bleep," and Israel sings, "Pah, pah pack peep, pa poo pih-pee pool!" Sometimes the songs get more creative than the kids are aware.
But they also love making up songs about whatever is going on...or whatever is not going on...and for Israel the songs often involve bodily functions. Gross. (I asked when boys grow out of that phase and I was told they don't.) These made-up songs have no real melody line, and at times I've mistaken them for yelling in the house (which results in me stifling their creativity often). But I know this is one of those things that will not last forever, and I wanted to at least take a stab at doing some sort of recording of it.


Eden loves to perform. (Here she is conducting her and Israel singing "on stage" at Natural Bridge.) She will sing a song for you about anything you name. On the drive down to Kentucky, Pat was making up a story about a deer that got lost in the woods. The story took place before the fall of mankind and Pat said the deer could sing a song then that no one has heard since.
"Israel, do you want to sing the deer's song?" I asked, trying to take up more time.
"There's not a deer song," he answered, factually.
"Sure there is. Eden? Can you sing the deer's song?"
Without waiting a second, she jumped in singing something like, "And the deer! It has a deer...because...because it has a deer...!"
"See, Israel? That's exactly how it goes."

Israel sings songs about anything and nothing, but for better or worse, the other three of us are almost his only audience. This morning, he took his (stringless) toy guitar to the couch, sat down, and was singing this worship(?) song for Eden. I will not remember the words entirely, but it went something like this:

Jesus, some people don't love you.
And I want you to know
that some people don't love you.
And whenever somebody doesn't love Jesus...they can sing this song.
because they don't love Jesus....
But I try to love Jesus
because I try not to disobey.
But sometimes I am not obedient.
But I try to be obedient because I love Jesus.

His song had more lines to it, restating the same ideas different ways, as most of his songs do. I wish I had caught it on tape, because I had quite a good laugh from him preaching to himself and Eden from behind the "guitar." Oh, the things that go on in the mind of my little Wrestles-with-God!