music appreciation

Bug has shown a keen interest in all things stringed-instrument lately.  He points out guitars whenever he sees them - on building blocks, in books, at parks.  He sometimes asks to see my violin, and we talk about the parts of the instrument, including the tuners.  When he got excited about an autoharp at his grandparents' house, we talked about the strings, the chords, and the tuners.  He also likes the banjo, and if a book has even one picture of a banjo, Bug will find that page and say, "Banjo!"

Two nights ago, while I was holding Bug and singing his lullabies before putting him to bed, he put both hands on my collar bone and said, "Tuners!"  

Unsure if I had heard him correctly, I asked, "[Bug,] did you just say 'tuners'?"  

Labor Day

Labor Day weekend is almost here, and as with all three-day weekends, it cannot come fast enough.  

This year, as was true when the Fraggle Bug was in my belly, I feel so pregnant that my own "labor day" cannot come fast enough either.  Nevertheless, I try (try!) to remind myself that what I really want - more than anything - even more than to not be pregnant anymore - is a healthy, happy baby (emphasis on the healthy).

This year, I also find my mind wandering frequently to questions about my job, my career, and that ever-elusive work/life balance.