monday | april 9: making room in the garage for the piano, (which is being delivered today). and i found my old architecture plans from high school. i took drafting and architecture in all 4 years of high school and can’t seen to part with all my drawings.
i also ran across this gem.
it’s here! it’s here!
gibson immediately wanted to play something. somehow, he thought of Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance and was testing it out. he couldn’t quite get the sounds but then i remembered i had my iPod and speakers in the garage. so we played it and gibson listened and played until he found the right notes.
within 30 minutes of practicing, we recorded what he had…..
why oh why is he so darn cute?
friday | april 13: heading to my folks’ for a garage sale prepping, project life scrapping, grandkids, kids and parents sleepover. the rain pelted us for most of the drive but ocassionally we saw this out of the window.
gibson spotted this keyboard that also belonged to my gram and asked if he could play it before we put it out for the garage sale. that was when my mom asked him if he’s want to take it home. the only stipulation for me was that it had to have a headphone plug-in. aaaand it does.
i spent two years
being forced into playing enjoying the flute in 3rd and 4th grade. kinda sad to have seen it go.
my mom had a stack of old pictures on a chair and this little nugget was at the bottom. i’m blessed that i had this family. mixed and blended didn’t even matter. it was perfect, even when it wasn’t.
finally decided to go to bed at 12:45am. so we brushed and gibson thought a picture was a good idea.
the yard looked like this ALL DAY. since 7am it was constantly full of people. thankful for tawnya and nana for bringing their stuff and helping us sell it. by 10am, we had sold more than half of what we started with. when we were done, i filled up the back of my yukon and took it to the store house.
gibson made this sign, with arrows on both sides, pointing in different directions depending on which side of the street he was on. this kid pulled in a ton of traffic. when he was done, he let marshall and greyson wave people in.
but it’s time to say goodbye.
everyone loves cake.
my boy and his wild ways.
i’m feeling like a lot of change is present and on the horizon. this kinda says it all…
To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly. ~Henri Bergson