“A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
the other day I decided to dig my beloved keyboard out of it’s hiding spot in the garage and let Wolf play. he flipped. and even though most of the time he’s playing with the metronome or plopping down on the low notes with the volume all the way up, I think he’s really appreciating it. he dances when I play or he sits down next to me and we bang out a little duet. I have no idea when he’ll actually be able to understand the piano or let me teach him a few things but I can’t wait.