Here’s a photo of me playing for my three months old daughter (she likes it!). Since the photo’s at geocities, you will probably have to do the “copy the URL into the address line” trick to see it:
Great pic, Patrick. I noticed that Barney doesn’t look so well in the picture. It’s funny how quickly their toys get cast aside when they see a big shiny whistle. The same thing happens in my house, only it doesn’t stop there. They also want my guitars, then they want to hit the guitar with a whistle. Maybe it’s a commentary on my playing.
The whistle is a bass A. It is a Chieftain. I actually really like it.
The piece of newspaper acts as a size reference. She’d rather play with a piece of paper than her Barney (or almost any of her toys), but she discards even the wonderful paper if it means trying to snatch a whistle from Daddy.
We just got a digital camera and the picture opportunity was too cute to pass up.
Oh, and Erik, I’m afraid the sound clip would be a bit disappointing, she doesn’t know how to blow it, yet. She just gums it and grunts at it. Sweet and cute, but not really musical.
Patrick and Jens, you both have such sweet little girls… I agree with Kim’s diagnosis. May they continue to bring you many moments of laughter and love!
Jessie, you run the gamut of emotions when you have children–tears, laughter, frustration, and pure joy-- the experience compares to none. May your wishes come true someday!! It’s one of the more beautiful experiences one can have, when you are ready to guide another little being through this path of life.
On 2002-11-08 12:31, JessieK wrote:
Those are so cute! I want one! (I mean a baby…I am already overrun with whistles.)
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Kids are awesome, Jessie. Especially babies. I just got my six week old son to smile over and over yesterday. But don’t go and do the “Raising Arizona” thing to get one (hilarious movie, if you haven’t seen it). You just gotta get one like the rest of did. But when you do, you’ll find out they’re even better than cats.
Allow me a small indulgent smile…my own “darling daufter” (daughter) has just graduated college and moved to California, which wouldn’t be so startling if I were in, say, Oregon, but here in Pennsylvania she seems a bit distant. Was it something I said?
I’m enjoying the very unfamiliar sensation of being captain of my own destiny for the first time in almost 30 years and it’s a pretty heady sensation.
But I wouldn’t have traded The Kid for all the whistles you can imagine.
Just back from Dublin where my wife and I spent the last few days for our second daughter’s college graduation.
Twenty-five years of parenthood and still enjoying (nearly) every minute of it. The next twenty-five are supposed to get a bit easier. I have my doubts, but who cares?
Hang in there, Jessie, we’re not gloating, we’re offering encouragement and advice-between-the-lines.
My one year old daughter just today made her first note come from a whistle. (sweetone by the way) She’s been snatching them from me and mouthing and drooling into them for a while. She was quite pleased with herself when I praised her accomplishment. - Joel