Our kids are so amazing! I love the special, individual uniqueness that comes with each one. I have a short story about Cameron (age 3) yesterday . . .
Cameron is passionate about music. He loves to listen to it in the car non-stop -- when he picks a new favorite song, he insists that we listen to it over and over and over and over and . . . For Christmas Uncle Alan bought both of the boys each a real little guitar. Cameron plays his and sings at the top of his lungs -- daily.
Daddy had worked all night long and was sleeping. We live in a very small space on one floor so the kids had to be quiet if we are inside. As per usual, Cameron pulled out his guitar and started strumming a singing (this is never a quiet activity - think hard rock.) I informed him that he needed to put his guitar away that it wasn't a good time to play it. After first refusing me, he decided to comply (who wants to sit in time out?) albeit tearfully. He put it away in the closet of his bedroom and walked out into the living room tears streaking down his cheeks. He looked at me and then turned in the direction of his bedroom and waved and said, "Goodbye, Little Lady . . . "
"Cameron, who is 'Little Lady'?" He sniffled. "Is 'Little Lady' your guitar?" Sniffle. "Yep." Sniffle.
Who names their guitar? At three years old? *sigh* I love him.
Cameron is passionate about music. He loves to listen to it in the car non-stop -- when he picks a new favorite song, he insists that we listen to it over and over and over and over and . . . For Christmas Uncle Alan bought both of the boys each a real little guitar. Cameron plays his and sings at the top of his lungs -- daily.
Daddy had worked all night long and was sleeping. We live in a very small space on one floor so the kids had to be quiet if we are inside. As per usual, Cameron pulled out his guitar and started strumming a singing (this is never a quiet activity - think hard rock.) I informed him that he needed to put his guitar away that it wasn't a good time to play it. After first refusing me, he decided to comply (who wants to sit in time out?) albeit tearfully. He put it away in the closet of his bedroom and walked out into the living room tears streaking down his cheeks. He looked at me and then turned in the direction of his bedroom and waved and said, "Goodbye, Little Lady . . . "
"Cameron, who is 'Little Lady'?" He sniffled. "Is 'Little Lady' your guitar?" Sniffle. "Yep." Sniffle.
Who names their guitar? At three years old? *sigh* I love him.
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