"When You're a Rock Star..."

We've pretty much always known that we have a little rocker on our hands. So, for his 2nd birthday, I decided it would be a good idea to get him a drum set, an electric guitar, and a microphone. They were a major hit but within a few short weeks, Drew had blown out the drums....sad day.

Knowing that Kait was moving to CA and taking her piano and keyboard with her, Mom and I decided that Drew would probably want a keyboard of his own for Christmas...it worked out, especially since we ended up moving to Montana...although I can't speak for my neighbor's opinion of the situation.

A couple of months ago, we decided to get him a snare drum to try out before we get him another drum set. You should hear the kid's rhythm. I should add that I'm currently teaching him quiet vs. loud so that there's some variety!

The boy loves his instruments so we've also added a harmonica and tambourine. You're probably wondering where the funny story is...trust me, its coming. In fact, two of them are. I'll start with the first.

Our local library has a Storybook Time every Wednesday. We started going to it the first week we were in town. The children's librarian (Robert) a sweet older man, with white hair and goatee, and an acoustic guitar plays some songs and sings to the kids and then reads a couple of stories. Although I don't know him very well, he seems quite the gentle soul. Imagine the shock of the library then last Wednesday as Robert prepared to begin and Drew jumped up and yelled out, "Come on Mr. Robewrt! You wrock de guitar and I'll wrock de dwrums!!!" He then started banging out a rhythm on a nearby table and yelling, "Wrock on!" Apparently, we need to work on appropriate situations for an impromptu rock concert.

Second story, Saturday night we went with some friends to hear a new band. The band opened up the floor towards the end and Drew charged up to the stage. He started off jumping around and dancing, while cranking out the air guitar. That was funny enough...it got better though. All of the sudden he stopped and listened for a second. Finding their performance unsatisfactory, he proceeded to critique them, pointing to each band member one at a time and then tapping his foot in a different manner. The thing is, he was right.

I guess some of you might find it strange if you walked into my room while I was putting on my make up. Drew and I have the same conversation multiple times a week. "Mommy, can I have some of that?" as he points to the eyeliner. "No babe, not now...but when you're a rock star you might need some. We'll talk about it then." To me, as I survey my living room filled with various musical instruments and the weekly request for an upgrade or different one altogether, it just seems common sense.