Remember when I told you Robert likes to work on things until he gets it right? Well, I brought him a harmonica from my trip to North Carolina a couple weeks ago. He still experiences a lot of frustration trying to put the harmonica into its box and shutting the lid (in and out, in and out), but he finally figured out how to play it! One day, he just breathed out a few wispy notes and surprised himself silly. Big, open-mouthed grin. No stopping him since. He's grown louder and more varied, sometimes belting out surprisingly bluesy chords. That's the surprising benefit of a harmonica: no matter how you make the notes, they're roughly harmonic and almost musical. Not nearly as jarring or tinny as the xylophone we gave him for Christmas.
Anyway, he waddles around the living room holding the harmonica to his mouth with one hand while breathing chords in and out, in and out, in and out. The noise doesn't bother me because it's almost musical and he's just so darn cute playing it. I took a video. Alice and Bobby are playing with a bubble house in the background. Remember making bubble houses during our childhood summers? They rock, even for noise-averse wind-haters like my kids :)
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