Sometimes this boy makes me swoon

As we were heading down to the playground yesterday, Tru dug out his guitar from the toy box and informed me that he was bringing it along. “I need to play the guitar,” he insisted. I was all “you’re going to do all your climbing stuff and I’ll end up lugging it around on top of chasing after the both of you.”

“Truett will hold” he said matter of factly, before dashing out of the door.

When we got there, he found himself a nice spot, sat down and started singing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours. The guitar was off key but he strummed it like it was a Fender.

That right there made me swoon like a 14-year-old schoolgirl. As did the group of the 14-year-old schoolgirls sitting nearby.

Baby girl watched him like it was the most awesome performance of her life. That’s probably why Tru always says he wants another baby sister instead of a brother. Baby sisters are easy to impress, like “wow you’re so cool and amazing” but baby brothers are more “give me that, MY TURN!!”

He played for all of 5 minutes and true enough, he chucked it to me and said “mommy hold”, then ran off to climb stuff. Which of course Kirsten followed to a T. I’ve long since given up telling her to not climb because she’s too small, because it makes her want to do it even more.

So I let her and most of the time, I end up getting nagged at by other well-meaning parents who tell me I shouldn’t put her in such grave danger.