Rock Star

You’re pretty into the Wiggles and music in general right now – so whenever I break out my guitar to play for you…well, you just kind of take over and want to do it all yourself. Since I value my guitars, I had to figure out a way to keep you happy imitating Murray Cook.

Mini-guitar? Check. Extra strap from the last DSLR I bought and some duct tape? Check and check. Kick-ass baby with a guitar? Check.

So we had that going on this morning – we were “fruit salading” and “hot potatoing” and generally getting down when you pulled this:

Behind the neck playing, Hendrix-style? Oh hell yes that’s a check. Maybe I should have made that guitar left-handed….

Bubbles

Hi there – let’s play “spot the photographer father in the bubbles.”

We did some playing outside this morning with the bubble machine. I set it off on top of the trashcan and this huge cascade of bubbles cracked you up for a good ten minutes straight.

I wish I had a chance to record you yelling “Bubbles!!!” at top volume.

Not everyone in our household is so keen on soap bubbles. This is one of your doggies – G-love:

She hates bubbles like you hate running out of juice.

That’s all I’ve got for the day, except for a pretty big milestone we’ve been working on: pedaling. Today you pedaled for the first time, which is pretty cool since my back is starting to hurt from pushing you.