Music and my boys

This evening was a lot of fun. There have been all kinds if crazy predictions of the looming snowstorm (will it actually be historic??) and we were in a bit of a pre-snow tizzy while getting dinner together. So we sat down to porky pasta and ate together. Connor fell asleep at the table very nicely. Tucker sat in his chair at the other end and ate some baby food (turkey and sweet potatoes, I think) and Drew inhaled the pasta as fast as he could. Lord, that child loves spaghetti.

After dinner, Lee pulled out the guitar, and we sang "I'm Yours" together. Drew danced and sang the "yourssssss-ah" parts - his favorites. Tucker looked at the guitar in abject wonder. Connor continued to sleep.

Lee moved on to "Wanted (Dead or Alive)", and I noticed as we started singing the song that Connor started smiling in his sleep, and smiled for the whole first verse and chorus. Connor has a lifeling history with that song. When I was expecting him, I was also practicing for the band's anniversary, and we had decided to pull that song out and sing it. Fast forward a few months, and I discovered that the best song to soothe my cranky newborn Connor was "Wanted (Dead or Alive") which was simultaneously awesome and so very sad. I'm sure he doesn't know why that song makes him smile, but it sure made me glad to know that it's still something that brings him joy.

After bathtime, Drew serenaded me with some Swedish Chef music (bork bork bork!) and then Puff the Magic Dragon. Nothing in this world makes me happier than hearing him sing a song and be so proud of himself. I guess if I was an author I would be excited when he wrote something, or an artist, when he drew a discernable object. But I'm a singer, so to hear him sing proves to me that I have managed to pass something along that he can share with anyone and everyone he chooses. I hope they find it as wonderful as I do.

Now, if only he inherited my projection abilities...