I can't with your cuteness. Can you? If/when you read this, can you call me and tell me if you can?
So. Did I ever tell you what the impetus for redoing the back yard was? You know our next door neighbor on one side is Brian...we love him. He predicted, last year, that this year you were going to hang out for about 20 minutes on the porch during porch season before realizing that you could run right off of it. We knew that he also is the recipient of all of the sounds made on that porch as they reverberate off of the crazily acoustic walls (is that how to say it? Our porch is like a freaky echo chamber that has a baby with one of those whispering benches...only you can't hear the echo unless you're on the other side of the bench...and as it turns out, his living room is the other side of the bench that we've been unwittingly screaming into) and that that probably factored into his sharing his ideas for a kid friendly back yard, but we felt that he actually also had your best interest in mind. We have another neighbor. We share a wall with her. She also wants us to make a kid friendly back yard, but never told us that because she's passive aggressive. She too doesn't enjoy the noise we make from our porch (I've heard every conversation she's ever had on hers...not because we're the other side of her whisper bench, but because she's loud) but didn't tell us that because she's passive aggressive. I'm not saying that I made a music section in the back yard because of our loud neighbor's distaste for noises she doesn't make...but I sure am saying that once I realized how low the drum was gonna be, you couldn't get the smile off of my face for a good long while. Evil? Maybe. But you sure do love the drum, Man...I make things that you love happen.
Speaking of which (though, I hope you followed the link to that musical interlude), you've been talking about violins for about a year now. More so in the last few months, but the violin has always been an instrument of interest to you. I am not a fan of the violin, and even though I'm writing this and it will be able to be proven that I feel this way, I will never admit that as much as I dislike the violin, I dislike children playing it even more. I'm all for educational processes and I am a believer in children learning all of the arts - all of them - at young ages. I have near perfect pitch. When notes are off they actually hurt me - like - literally they physically hurt me. Fear of this pain has gotten you two guitars, countless drums...I got you a flute and commended your playing it at a historical monument! Tonight, Sir, you picked up a hanger from the ground and shifted your guitar...and I'll be damned if you didn't turn start using the hangar like a bow: "Mommy! Wansom play the violin!" You played the violin for a good thirty minutes and I began researching how early you can take lessons. There's a place near us that teaches Suzuki method to four year olds, and while I know I finagled you into dance a year early, I'm not sure if I can do the same with violin. I'm working on possibilities, Kiddo... I'll make something happen. (Score one for Suzuki method: they start you on a cardboard violin!)
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