Noah-Sized Guitar

Maybe you saw it coming. Dad got me a "Noah-sized guitar," better known as a ukulele. I am enjoying it. Dad is able to tune it with his guitar tuner. He can play the melody from "Ode to Joy," better known as the "Caterpillar Song" to us Little Einstein enthusiasts. So, it's only got four strings, but it stays in tune ok and it's a real instrument.

I am learning to pluck and strum. I tuck it in every night and make sure it is safe next to Dad's guitars (the "lectric," the "ka-coustic" and the "bass," which I think sounds like cows).




We also did some baking. Dad and I have been doing the grocery shopping lately. Two weeks ago, Mom's grocery list included cornbread mix to go with the chili she was making. We usually get the quickie mix. Well, Dad did not look carefully at the label: he got cake mix. So, the next week, Mom told him to get some frosting.


I told him to make sure he got sprinkles.

I loved my cake.

Alas, Mom and Dad did not share my enthusiasm for the cake. Mom said the cake tasted like cornbread. The cornbread mix is great, though, and a bargain, to boot.


Dad says that British pilots in WWII decked out their planes with lots of personal nick-nacks, as opposed to the Germans, who preferred to keep their planes more austere. Well, put me down in the British column. Here is my totally decked out crib ...

Yes, that is 9 stuffed animals at my feet, 7 books, rocket and Pinochio up next to me, along with assorted matchbox cars, blue blankey, and moon blankey.

Dad is wondering about the books. I'm not telling where I keep the flashlight.

And finally, following up from the last post ....



... we have sprouts! The pressure is mounting on Dad to get the garden ready for spring. We borrowed some of the neighbor's bamboo to make trellises for the beans. I think Dad's serious. Stay tuned.