Speaking of drumming...at today's Music Together class we were separated into groups of four and placed, with baby in lap, around large drums. Mommies and daddies started thumping together to a song, with the remote hope that the babies -- remember, these are 2-7 month old tots -- would miraculously join in. They didn't. That is, until one baby leaned in, grabbed the rim, got a feel for the instrument, and started wailing away on the skin. OK, maybe "wailing" is too strong of a word, and maybe, just maybe, his timing was a wee bit off, but Dash was the only infant who "got it".
Unfortunately, Daddy was too busy drumming himself and cheering on Ringo, er, Dash to capture the moment on film or video. Instead, here's a lame photo of the babies ready for us to circle them, singing about trotting to grandma's house to pick some cherries. Don't ask. (In case you're of the belief that all babies look alike, that's Dashiell Benjamin front and center.)
Lame Photo ©2011 Garrito
3 comments:
Dash the drummer, eh? By the way, we do have cherries at granny Pokey's house, but he'll have to compete with the squirrels for them at a 30' height. Might want to skip that adventure.
(Said with Liverpool accent) I hope he passed the audition.
(said with Brooklyn accent) I just know mommy & daddy would just love me to get Dash his 1st drum set.
Remember who you're talking to, Uncle Sheila E. Drums are on the "approved" list at our house.
I'm surprised the squirrels don't get nosebleeds at 30', Granny Pokey.
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