Carson inherited a toy drum (equipped with a cymbal, tamborine, and other wooden thing...a million points to anyone who can tell me what the wood thing's called) this weekend from his aunt Nicol (who, by the way, has since baaaaaaarely eked her way off the Black List by sending me some most delicious fresh homemade bread... mmmmm... carbs...).
He's reached a dangerous crossroads, though, where on one hand he thinks he's pretty good so he plays the drums often for our, um, "enjoyment," but on the other hand he realizes he still needs practice to be really good, so he plays them often for his, um, "musical" development. [editor's note: ah, the randomly placed quotation mark: an author's "delight."]
So, in a nutshell, we're hearing a lot of orderless, incessant beats of the drum/cymbal/tamborine/random wood thingy lately. But the best part (because I'm sure that just sounds like heaven in and of itself) is that, on occasion, Carson will get caught up in his music and, apparently, be so moved that he just has to start singing along. And, for real, isn't that music to any mother's ears?
1 comment:
cute - nice how the aunts and the grandparents like to give the noisy, and slightly obnoxious gifts, eh?
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