“WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!” was shouted into all four mics as we walked into the block party, smells of barbeque in the dusk air, made golden by the setting sun.
If you haven’t seen the Shantyanne’s play, you should. Their pirate music is a crowd’s delight.
Eventually, with a loud applause at his entrance, The Tiny took the stage, to play both the keyboard and the very elusive and high skill required maraca. His music skills blended so perfectly with the Shanntyanne’s that he got his own pirate name, Scurvy Finn Jimmy, and there was a line of parrots to perch his shoulder.
“I spink dis is also a micra-fone. Or maybe a food. I don really know, but I spink I is real talented pirate musishun.” -Finn Jimmy.
Even with all his fans, I must say that momma and papa were his biggest fan of all. Our lil guy hit about 14 milestones all in this last week. Our fast crawling, teeth bearing, “Pa-Pa,” saying, finger food eating boy has hit a stage that Andrew and I are both in love with. I know, I pretty much say each new month is my absolute fav, but 8 months truly is such a joy. Those chubby cheeks, and non-existant wrists (just a line between two rolls), his corn cobb toes, farmers tanned chubby thighs, his new humor with those sly eyes catching a glimpse at us when he’s trying to make us laugh, and his killer dance moves? HAH!
After the music was over, and the food was eaten, we packed up our Shantyanne and headed home through the summer air.
Back home where we put a boy in the tub, then to bed. Then the mama and papa could have quinoa, vegetable and chicken salad.
I love summer.