Finally on day three Tin fell asleep – like one minute ago – I didn’t notice it at first because instead of the sounds of Oh When The Saints Go Marchin In a la Jewel Brown suddenly there was silence, sweet wonderful silence. It almost made my heart stop since Tin hasn’t napped since T left Thursday morning and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep to equip me for any of this.
Toddlers are all about routines – anything that is out of sync throws the whole rhythm off. So instead of going to the Ogden’s Fair today we settled on our now usual Saturday at Preserverance Hall in Louis Armstrong Park from 11 to noon where young people are invited to bring their instruments and sit in with a New Orleans brass band. Tin’s friend from musikgarten class came and brought a saxophone so between the two we had the toddler toots:
Afterwards, Lukas ran outside and rolled around in the sand by the park lagoon. Tin kept playing his horn and I worried he was going to join in the sand rooting activities because now Lukas was covered from head to toe in sand, but a minute later Tin walked over to me and held his hand out and said with a distasteful look on his face, “I have sand on my hand mommy” as he motioned for me to get it off. Well he’s my son I guess there’s no denying. And Lukas, well after playing his sax, he was swinging it like a hockey stick, which is what it doubles as according to mom. See these things are like inherent and learned, inherent and learned, it’s hard to say where one leaves off, inherent and learned.
Later we ran into his drumming teacher, Angela, and without his horn, Tin was playing his small trombone (aka a plastic spoon) and singing Oh When The Saints Go Marching In since he had just seen the band break out in song. She said to me, he’s gonna play the horn one day. I said, you think?