Jer’s also been able to secure a regular jazz gig at a restaurant in town, Sam and Gabe’s, every Friday and Saturday night. Aside from being a great way to maintain his chops, it’s been a nice pad on the pocket book, and a much needed one this year. He’s our branch’s choir director for the Easter choir, which has been fun albeit short-lived, and just got called to work with the cub scouts. Whoopee!
Scott is still our mostest favoritest boy in the world. He’s not going to know what hit him come May when he has competition around here. So far, though, he’s convinced his baby brother is in *his* tummy, not mine. So I guess he’s not much of a threat yet. Scott’s been especially fun these last few months for us. His imagination has busted wide open! This morning (and this afternoon AND this evening) he couldn’t be satisfied until Jeremy or I had come to sit with him in his watermelon truck, aka blankets and pillows in front of the futon, the watermelons being our red bolster pillows. His typical constructions are race cars and rocket ships. My favorite Scotty version of a race car he “built” out of the stirrups on the exam table at the doctor’s office. He’s singing his ABC’s and “I am a Child of God.” He’s a puzzle fiend and a movie addict (just like his parents!) and is turning into a neatnick. Maybe even border-line OCD? We’ll have to see: the other morning before church, we couldn’t get him to stop vacuuming (literally—he loves our stick vacuum like it’s his best friend on earth) and he staunchly refused to let us put an unironed shirt on him. I figure if that’s the worst we have to put up with, things aren’t too bad. Apparently, though, his alter-ego surfaces once he reaches the church nursery: we’re currently going for (if we haven’t already reached) a record number of times a kid can be KICKED OUT of nursery. Really and truly. Every week, sometimes twice. Anyone else ever had this problem??? We’re at a loss.