motherhood Rough Mornings June 21, 2016 Sheri (When the Kids Go To Bed) A 7 year old and his harmonica, BEFORE I’ve had my coffee. Oh no. “Did you like my song? I’m just so good at music. Want to hear another one?” I had no words. Send java. Stat. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
My oldest “plays” the recorder. She can only do it in her room, which is upstairs. I completely understand your predicament.
Hahaha… Over here it’s the same song on the keyboard over and over and over before I’ve had my coffee.
My oldest “plays” the recorder. She can only do it in her room, which is upstairs. I completely understand your predicament.
We had recorder for a day…then all the practicing stayed in school.
Hahaha… Over here it’s the same song on the keyboard over and over and over before I’ve had my coffee.
Ouch. Then you find yourself humming the same tune all day.