As I’ve been gearing up for my rapidly approaching musical appearance at my church Coffeehouse fundraiser, I’ve been taking out my guitar quite frequently - something that hasn’t happened around our house in a long time. CheezWaster is absolutely fascinated by the guitar and is eagerly learning how to indulge his inner rock god! He loves strumming the guitar while I change the fingerings to make different chords (though I’m still not allowed to sing to anything - apparently my singing = 7th circle of hell - this from the kid who at 5 months sang/babbled along with me while I soloed at his baptism). The SleepDeprivator is also fascinated by anything musical (and he likes my singing! YEAH!) Even before his foray into the world of rock ‘n roll, I had high hopes for CheezWaster. I purchased this guitar for him for Christmas. Sad thing is - I’m sort of jealous now that he will have a cooler looking guitar than me! My husband just hopes they don’t turn out to be band dorks like me!
