Thursday, June 22, 2006

I'm With the Band Now

I have to round in the hospital and take calls this weekend. The prospect is making me intensely crabby, so I'm laying low.

HellBoy, however, has been in a great mood ever since I broke down and bought him his one true heart's desire: a GIT-ar.























This thing makes him so happy, it's frightening. What's weird is, he's never seemed like a particularly musical kid. I think he must already know the secret: the guy with the guitar can always get girls, even if he sucks at playing it.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

you are in for a 24/7 concert :) my three year old never part with his "guitar", since he got it from his grandad last christmas. i guess every kid is musical. or...practicing to get the girls at least :)

Return Of Saturn said...

Holy cow, Hell Boy looks pretty cute in those pictures! The young ladies most definitely better watch out... He doesn't even have to play it, just look at the pic of him in his diaper... It looks like an album cover.

Anonymous said...

I think that boy will attract a bevy of beauties even without a prop!

Our house is brimming with instruments - 3 guitars, keyboard, sax, clarinet...so I'm adopting the "beat 'em join 'em" approach and am eagerly awaiting the delivery of my electric drums...

Rock on!

Fiona

Mete said...

My two-year-old is obsessed with his guitar too. If he can't find it, EVERYTHING becomes a guitar. A broom. A shovel. A wooden spoon. (Although I have a hunch if I actually pay for lessons in a few years he'll lose all interest.)

thumbscre.ws said...

Is the diaper TRULY due to lack of potty-training, or perhaps an amusing pastiche to his musical influences (warning: Chilis and their Peppers)?

Paticus said...

We're hoping to steer our twin girls towards(toward ? I never remember which is which) cowbell, because there is always a need for more cowbell.

B.E.C.K. said...

What a great pic -- rock star baby! I love when I'm able to find a toy that my son loves that much. Good for you for finding the guitar for yours. :-)

Anonymous said...

I made the mistake of watching "Drum Line" one afternoon and Maggie had been clamoring for a "dwum" for weeks after! One evening we were in Toysrus and she caught a glimpse of a shiny, red, metallic DRUM!! It came with the beater thingies! and a strap!! and CYMBALS!!! she can have parades with Pop-Pop!! How could I refuse?
It should have also come with a bottle of extra-strength Advil.

by the way.... in high-school, I dated 3 count em 3 guitar players.

Lisa C. said...

Yep, we just got a guitar at our house. My favorite moment so far: the Moosh strums vigorously, looks questioningly at his hand and says, "Ouch."

bj said...

Mine has a ukelele, and, he sings folks songs while strumming it. Like "I was walking to schoool, in the spring time, what a beautiful day." He also sings current commentary, like "I sat down, and picked up my guitar (calls the uke a guitar), and I played, and mommy clapped, and my grandma clapped."

It's about the most adoreable thing in the world.

Orange said...

Ben doesn't take much interest in his mini-guitar, but his daddy was a guitarist in a rock band when I first fell for him. (Who can resist?) And a couple days ago, Ben asked me if Daddy could buy an electric guitar and an amp—so maybe he's itching to take it to the next level.

Anonymous said...

Hi, DoctorMama! Your boy is handsome and the pics are gorgeous ;). Love them!

I've made a short review about your post. I hope you don't mind if I put the link to this post in my blog entry. It's about Music and Your Kids. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Sigh. Yes, every boyfriend I ever had save one was a musician. Not intentionally, I swear.
HellBoy is adorable--in a very rock n' roll way, of course.

E. said...

Yes, very cute. If HB ever does learn to play the thing, drop me an email. I have a drumming toddler - we can get our boys together for an under-four rock review. I think there could be big money in it. And once Paticus's girs are old enough to really whale on those cow bells... well, there'll be no stopping the rock.