She loves to sing! My mother said she’s like her Uncle Ryan when he was little (and he’s the Pavaroti in the family). They both would sing unintelligibly whenever they have the chance. Here’s my proof, she uses our monitor mounting as her microphone. She has been singing for 30 minutes while we were waiting for Henry.
On a separate note, I can’t help but think of her as a gift with her outfit and her bow. It reminds me of the traditional romantic style of dressing up little girls. I prefer this over modern lady clothes.