Durel and I were pretty self-congratulatory when we bought Jack a drum set. (And gave it to him six weeks before Christmas, I might add.)
Our smugness was kind of short-lived, though. Jack doesn't play the drums much. Durel likes to bang out a little "Paradise City" every now and then.
I don't have much rhythm. I can't even spell rhythm. I had to spell check it.
In a plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, Sawyer loves the drums.
|Jack likes the drums WHEN Sawyer likes the drums. The grass is always greener, y'all.|
Also: Note Sawyer's LET'S ROCK face.
In another plot twist we didn't exactly foresee, I'm taking a break from lawdogging to be SuperMom, SuperDaughter, and SuperMe.
And so, our summer jam session will involve drumming. And berry picking. And visits to local farms. And museums. And libraries. I'm working on a list. (Some things will never change.)
Hope you get to party on today.