she was a one-child marching band all afternoon, with choreography and multiple instrument changes. (unfortunately, the internet being as creepy-crawly as it sometimes is, i’m not comfortable posting a picture of her playing the flute or the jug, but you’ll just have to believe me when i say we’re totally going to be ready to compete in national drum corp shows by this time next year. we’re also starting a jug band, with emma on jug, grandma playing spoons, and mama playing the washboard…sure to be a big hit.)

i’ve still been a little *under the weather*, so we wrap this fun time into small bursts through the day; sometimes i take a nap and i could swear she’s grown (in stature and confidence) during the hour i was out. she’s definitely become more independent and creative with her imaginings and games; i love just listening to her.

music + imagination are a pretty powerful combination, and even in this *lost summer*, i’m so happy to have a home that’s been filled with both. i don’t take much credit for it (i think 4 (and-a-half) is just a pretty neat age), but i sure do appreciate it.

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