stumblingtoholiness

Zman is studying to be a concert pianist in his spare time. Being an infant, spare time means whenever he is not occupied by the following activities: being strapped in the car seat on yet another errand with zmom, sleeping, eating, chewing on something, destroying his brothers’ Lego creations, chewing on or eating his brothers’ Lego creations, or opening up and getting into anything he can reach and spreading it’s contents from one end of our home to the other. When he is not previously engaged by any of the above then zman crawls over to the piano, pulls himself up to the the tune of a cling-clang-bong, and proceeds to bang away. Of course, it doesn’t sound “pleasant” per se, but Mozart had to start somewhere right? And oh the smile! He is so proud. My little big zman. There never was a more jolly maestro.