This morning I was trying to get Tin out of the crib so that he could Skype with Tatjana and Tete and he was fussing as he is want to do when he doesn’t want to get out of the crib and he doesn’t want to be doing what you want him to, and I was huffing and puffing and so he threw up his hands and said JESUS! JESUS! I almost fell over from laughing.
He misses his Mama something fierce but he was all game to get to Jazz Fest and so we got ourselves ready to head there to grab a bite to eat.
Only it is literally impossible to get through this neighborhood without stopping to talk to countless people who are either going to Jazz Fest or just want to chat. Good lord! We made it there finally and hung out for a while and a woman sitting next to us started filming him and asked if I or his father are musicians and I said no, but he definitely is musical. She said honey, he is going to be a star. So she came and sat with us and turns out her 18 year old son is a DJ and her 21 year old daughter is an entertainer and a Saintsation (for the Saints) and she KNOWS TROMBONE SHORTY and she called him because she is going to introduce Tin to him. She was blown away by our little music man.
Tin played his trumpet, his trombone, his drums and bonded a little with her son and his friend. They were both adorable and gave me a hug when they were leaving.
Then he did a little more male bonding with my friend and colleague who is in town with his friend.
Tin is still tired from the last five days and I had to get back to work so we headed home. The 4th day of the Fest over for us anyway. The weather was so unbelievable it is hard to believe we are in New Orleans. What a day!