I can't seem to keep John Michael away from my piano. In fact, as long as any type of music is playing, the little man is gyrating his hips and clapping his hands with a big grin on his face. This morning, I finally gave into his demands and sat him on the piano bench, giving him full control of the ivories. He looked right at home, but just way to tiny to be there! Who knows? Maybe I have the next Chopin or Beethoven on my hands?
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How did I just now find you!! I've been giving you grief about starting a blog and here you've gone & done it.
Not sure which pictures I enjoyed more - Halloween or the Phelps Impersonator.
So glad you joined our world!
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