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... of a mini musician?

Both Quinn and I are musically inclined. Although neither of us do much any more except playing hymns and worship songs on my wonderful little travel guitar every once in awhile. Quinn is actually quite good at the guitar and used to play the banjo. I used to play piano, but haven't had the opportunity in awhile. I've also been told that I have a decent voice, but I'm not sure how much I agree with that one. Anyway, all of that to say that we did play the guitar around Abram a lot when I was pregnant and up until he was a few months old. It has waned a bit, but we pulled out the guitar the other day and he was fascinated by it!


Maybe all babies would be, but we was wanting to touch the strings and drag his fingers along them. So perhaps we will have a little guitar man on our hands. Two of his grandpas are great musicians (piano and trumpet, mainly - although I think Grandpa Dan might be able to claim proficiency on multiple instruments). We'll see!

Also, I had to share this picture of how I am greeted after 95% of Abram's naps when I walk into his room.

He gets so excited and bops up and down behind the bumper.

So cute.

On a final note, the Bobby has officially been retired to storage. He doesn't need it for help sitting anymore and he definitely doesn't stay in it on the couch the way he used to...



It's like we've marked the end of his little baby years. The other day I was talking to Quinn about how bad he has been sleeping lately and that he had the worst day he has had in a very long time yesterday. I found myself saying that it was the worst day he's had in his "adult baby life". Quinn laughed, but we agreed that's kind of what it feels like. He's a big baby now! An infant on the verge of toddler-dom. I explained the term "toddler" to Quinn the other day; that it applies when they start walking, because they are "toddling". He never knew what toddling meant. Just like he never knew that the "fetal position" was referring to the position in the womb... my husband has learned a lot since becoming a father :)

So my adult baby is crawling and standing by himself (when holding on to something, of course), and yesterday he pulled himself up for the first time! I'll try and get a video of that today to share.

Until then...!
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  1. BryanJuly 22, 2011 at 1:25 PM

    It's a sad day when they lose the baby look in there face, Ryan lost his around 11 months.

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