Yesterday, my husband brought out his keyboard (yes, the musical kind, no, he was never in an 80's cover band) to practice some music and to introduce our son to another instrument (so far, he's seen us play a recorder, drums, guitar, and harmonica). A [my son] loved the experience to the point where he was on top of the keyboard, on all fours, shaking his head back and forth, bouncing to the rhythm he'd summoned, and screaming (BTW, he'll be 1 year old on the 18th of next month).
My husband said something about channeling Jim Morrison (which of course scared the heck out of me, as I really don't want to be driven crazy with Doors-inspired music 15 years from now). He is also convinced that we should send a video clip of his performance (we'd have to re-create it--I don't think that will be difficult) to one of those home video shows.
So, what has this to do with farm life?
We are probably less isolated than many other people who farm for a living (we are about 7 minutes from "civilization"), but it will still be a bigger effort for us (than most) to provide "extras" for our son that suburbanites take for granted (sports, music lessons, scouting, etc.). We want to give him a wide variety of opportunities to develop his physical and social skills, but the time factor is...a factor.
I suppose it's silly to have brought this to the front of my thoughts when implementation is still 5 years away, but I guess it's all part of being a mom. Five years from now, I'll probably be agonizing over what he'll be doing behind the wheel.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Well, here I am...
It's past 11 AM and I haven't started the morning chores.
DearHusband let me sleep in a bit while he wrangled the boychild, but I paid for the luxury with a bad dream and a stiff back.
*sigh*
My friend T is coming over tonight with her baby and partner (they're working on the getting married thing), so I really need to pry myself from this computer and get moving with cleaning the house. Well, after I go cheer on my friend from KS, who is participating in the blogathon.
DearHusband let me sleep in a bit while he wrangled the boychild, but I paid for the luxury with a bad dream and a stiff back.
*sigh*
My friend T is coming over tonight with her baby and partner (they're working on the getting married thing), so I really need to pry myself from this computer and get moving with cleaning the house. Well, after I go cheer on my friend from KS, who is participating in the blogathon.
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