Jammin’
The other night, I had the wild idea of introducing Charlie to the world of percussion. We dragged out pots and pans, Tupperware, wooden and metal spoons, and a spatula. I attempted to show my drumming skills to Charlie, hoping that he would catch on and have a blast pounding on his “instruments”. He was eager to take the drumsticks from me but had very little interest in banging them on the drums. So, needless to say, they all went in to his mouth!
Sooooooooo cute!
Why is it that everything must go in the mouth?
Posted by
Stephanie |
11:36 AM