Every Tuesday we put our bag of dirty diapers on the porch and sometime during the morning a man from Do Good Diapers comes and swaps them out with a bag o’ clean ones.  After I unload the bag onto our diaper shelves I get to enjoy this brief site – 140 diapers stacked up high (thanks, Nan!).  The girls are so “productive” now in their eight week-old age we actually run out before the week is over.
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We heard variations of that sentiment all day today after Art received his cornet this morning. Jessica and I had decided long ago that we’d give Art the instrument for his birthday. A year or so ago he played an old trumpet at the cottage and seemed quite natural at it and clearly had fun.

On the advice of MN Orchestra principal trumpet player Manny Laureano (Jessica’s friend and former youth orchestra conductor!), we wanted to start Art with a cornet. And Jessica’s Uncle Dick, a fine musician and musical renaissance man of sorts, offered to give us the old (and working) one he bought a garage sale years ago for his daughter. Which was wonderful and saved us a great deal of money and gives the instrument even more meaning to our family. Thanks so much, Dick!

Anyway, Art has opened and closed the case more than 20 times today and played it on all three levels of our home. His nap was cut short as he came down the stairs looking for his cornet. And his tone and sounds have even improved throughout the day. “He’s practicing,” noticed Jessica after hearing toots coming from the basement. The intense affection for the horn might dim over time, it might not. But right now it’s a lot of fun to watch him with it.

I post this only for the hardest of core fans of Netta and Bailey. It’s just a long boring video of them being babies. Jess and I and Bubbe just watched the whole thing as if it was some intense drama we couldn’t take our eyes off…

Pre-knock-down-desrciption:

action sequence (soundtrack provided by Lewis and his harmonica):