On Saturday February 20th, Matthew had Mommy sitting on the foot stool of the rocking chair in the family room. He handed her the inflatable microphone and took his plastic drum sticks and started hitting the electronic drums Teta Linda got him. He was so excited and happy, he couldn't contain himself. He kept saying "we play wockband! we play wockband!"
About a month ago or so he started requesting to play rockband, and he'd want me and Mommy to head downstairs and play while he watched, and hammered on the drum pads, or carried around an unplugged guitar to "play" along with us. He's so musically inclined, apparently: He goes from the Mike-y-phone, to the Gih-Taaaarrrr, to the Pando, and then the Drums, which he says most normal of all...although he almost always says "I play drums!" not just the word "drums."
On Sunday, he also kept asking us for his "monica" after we changed his bum. We almost left the room, not sure what he was talking about, until we realized it was the harmonica he had been playing after his bath. He'd blow through it in and out, and then let us know "That's Wowed!"
His latest instrument is the accordion at my parent's house (or, as he prefers to call it, "coy-yoin"). He loves trying to play it, even though it's nearly as big as he is! I'll have to let him try my single-octave one and see if he likes it better.
Thursday, March 4, 2010 at 5:06PM