He’s Got Talent.

Well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t say so, right?

But biased or not, H is turning into our own little Beethoven. And he’s not even in lessons. (Perhaps that’s his fascination.) Many mornings, after breakfast and before we really get “moving” for the day, he’ll climb up on the bench. Scatter T and M’s books (since they are actually in lessons) around the top of the piano and play.

Not always so beautifully. Mostly clumsy and in no sort of order. But he plays.

And this next video is H just kicking his scooter down the street. Probably nothing monumental or exciting to much of the world. But he is very proud of this. Very. So I must share it. Because I’ve already shown it to him 137 times here on the computer, I think it’s time to show it off to people outside of this house.

And obviously this video was taken a few days ago because what used to look like spring looked like winter again this morning. It did indeed snow. Thankfully, it’s melting quickly.

My apologies in advance on my froggy voice. I’m on day four of a hoarse throat. Miss M gave me a great piece of advice last night that if I would just clear my throat or cough I would sound better. Well, I never thought of that, Dr. M. (Or yes I did, and it doesn’t matter if I clear my throat 1000 times, the hoarse throaty baritone voice, it’s still there.)

Talented, he is.

He’s approaching a big birthday. A chapter in the book, page turning birthday. And just seeing him grow up, play the piano, ride his scooter is crazy to think of just how different our life was three short years ago. And I’m sure, if you’ve been following us along for any long amount of time you probably remember him dancing and learning how to walk and talk.

Wow.

What a ride we are on, wouldn’t you say?