Thursday, September 20, 2012


Robs takes piano once a week, but we practice piano every night as the sun goes down: a little after dinner and somewhere before bedtime. When our windows are open, Parker rides his scooter up and down the sidewalk, and comments on Robs' progress as the music floats beyond our house. Robs has always loved a good audience, and I've always loved Robs. But after a couple pages she gets tired of playing "those boring songs" and begs to let her fingers dance on the keys. Squish comes running when Robs' fingers dance- I suspect Squish may have dancing fingers as well. 

1 comment:

  1. I love hands. I love pictures of hands. I love pictures of my boys' hands when they were little. I miss those little boy hands. Seeing Robs reminded me of Hunter at that age. It goes SO FAST. Too fast :( Soak it up!