As did her brother before her, and their parents before both of them, Emma loves the CD Yellow Submarine . She doesn’t go on and on about what the songs mean. Wee Em just sings what she hears. The Liverpudlian accents muddle her a little, but she does sing; her current favorite is the one she calls, “Baby, On a Ritz Bat” ( “Baby, You’re a Rich Man” to the rest of us ). That, and my girlie singing “Hey Bulldog” is the sound of cute running straight at surreal , and passing right through it.
In June, I wrote that I hoped Liam would draw animae and start learning to play guitar this Summer. It’s July, and Liam keeps wood and carving-tools in an old tackle-box in his room. This weekend at Art Beat, Liam pleaded for a bamboo flute, which I bought him. Earlier that week, he stood surrounded by the used guitars in Rockin’ Bob’s Guitar Stop” and told me that he really wanted to play the flute Any music is music enough for me.
Maybe I’m the one who learn to play the for-string bass. After I gain a firmer hold on Long-fist Form, once I can say I walk an extra 3 miles on purpose, then I’ll consider music lessons. Small goals, but mine own.
“Baby, On a Ritz Bat”: LOLL, that is LOL literally.
Personal goals are good. Your kids sound like neat little people.
Posted by: Laurie A | July 22, 2009 at 10:29 AM