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the matinee

pic of the day: day 11
future vh1 behind the music episode:
"at the astonishing age of 9 months, a
precocious john constructed his first drumset."










yesterday marked my husband and my fifth wedding anniversary. hard to believe it's been so long! thank you, baby, for everything you do. i am so blessed and happy to spend my life with you!

to celebrate, last night we to see a very cool ensemble called the portland cello project. it was six cellists playing a very eclectic mix of music from the "habenera" from carmen to "all the lights" by kanye west. they covered classical, jazz, metal, hip hop, a few original pieces, it was awesome.

so we were out somewhat late last night (thank you auntie for taking such fab care of the wee man) and looking forward to "sleeping in" this morning. of course my expectations of what that means have changed - i was hoping for 7 a.m.!

john did wake up at his normal 5ish for some milk, but then went back to sleep and woke up at 7am on the nose. (maybe next weekend i should tell him 8?) we played in his room to let daddy sleep in some more, and john and i had a fine time - we practiced for crawling, pulled up on mommy so he could stand up and drum on my hips, and then, the best part:

i got a private matinee drum solo concert. a flipped over snowman bucket, the back of a play mirror, and some wildly flying hands serenaded me with a spectacular rhythmic extravaganza. what an awesome way to start the day!!!

even better: then we snuggled on the nursery floor and fell asleep, which is where daddy found us when he came to check on us an hour later. he sweetly closed the door and let us sleep.

viva la weekend!

***and now a little bonus. i haven't figured out how to rotate the video, so forgive its sideways-ness. but this was the drum concert i got thursday night. john's shirt got stuck on his head, which he thought was hysterical, and he then grabbed the diaper wipe box and went to town. i think i have a future percussionist on my hands ...

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