A Day to be Thankful For
It's the day before Thanksgiving, but for me, days like today are exactly what I give thanks for. I had yesterday and today off, and this morning I took the chance to sleep (lounge awake in bed) a little later (8:30), and then spent most of the day hanging out with the boys.
I woke to sounds of laughter, and Jackson saying, "Now don't tell Dad what we're making!" Katie had them baking bright and early, whipping up a batch of peppermint bark (chocolate / white chocolate / peppermint). Porter went to the Children's Museum w/ Carolyn and his cousin Kyle, while Katie and Jackson made pumpkin pie for tomorrow. I headed to Home Depot to buy a ladder so that the boys can tower above the crowd at tomorrow's parade. I know it sounds frivolous, but it cost less than a trip to the movies...
After lunch, the boys and I headed to Guitar Center -- I wanted to have them play one of the half-size guitars I am thinking of having Santa bring them for Christmas. I wanted to make sure it's the right size to get their arms around when they have it on their knee, and that they can get their hands around it to press the frets. Fits just fine, as it turns out. Most of the time we were there, though, they played the electronic drums in the drum room -- which are totally kick ass!! As soon as I know they will use them, I'm getting a set. They are actually really reasonably priced, and the fact that you can practice on a whole kit via headphones -- and have it sound as real as any drum kit I've ever heard -- is a god-send to parents. And I might even take up the drums myself... Interestingly enough, a guy pulled me aside while I was watching the boys jam away and told me that Porter, in particular, but both boys in general, were naturals with a beat. And it showed -- they took to it and laid down a beat without any prodding. Porter can mix in different drums and make it as natural as anything -- all based on his innate sense of sound. Very impressive to watch, and I was very proud to hear someone else notice.
When we got home, we kicked back and relaxed with some holiday books that Katie had brought down from the attic -- and Jackson read to me. MY SON READ TO ME! He's read here and there before, but this time we took turns with books, and Porter sat with us listening to the stories. I'm so proud of both of them!
So all in all, just another strange trip around life for me and the boys -- cooking, museums, playing music, and reading. Could a guy ask for anything more?
