SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
About a month ago, he learned (with a little help from Grammy) how to pull himself to a standing position. He’s only gotten better at it since then, and, boy, am I proud.
But more to the point: once he’s standing there at the coffee table, he has to do something. And he’s decided few things are more intriguing than learning what sounds furniture makes when used as a drum.
The latest development was to add actual drums. On a recent trip to Texas, my boy met his percussionist uncle for the first time. It only took a few minutes to get the two of them together behind a drum kit, with my little one awkwardly clutching the drumstick and tapping it against each surface.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT went the snare drum.
PING PING PING went the cymbal.
BOOM BOOM BOOM went the tom-tom.
And maybe nobody else could hear it, but this daddy’s heart chimed in with a pride-filled THUMP THUMP THUMP.