Lovely Monday morning. Not something I'll say often, but today was something special. Slept in until 8:00 (always feels luxurious), sun was shining and the temperature hit a balmy 0C so all the windows had been thrown wide open. Standing in the kitchen (or slumped over the counter, as it were) waiting for the coffeemaker to finish brewing breakfast and suddenly I can hear the opening notes of Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic".

I peeked into my son's room, thinking to sneak in to shut off his radio alarm clock but instead found him sitting there, plucking away on my guitar. He's figuring it out by ear and only has the first few bars worked out, but still..

*cheesy proud mommy grin*

Now, my kids have serenaded me with "Smoke on the Water", (girling on bass guitar manling on acoustic) which is to be expected when anyone picks up any instrument with strings, but this blew my mind.

I had burned a cd for him a few weeks ago with a bunch of old music (Steve Miller Band, Van Morrison, The Who, CCR etc) but didn't expect him to take to it as much as he has. I knew he liked it but not to the extent to which he's had it on repeat in his stereo since he got it.

Girling has copied it and in between her usual preteen rants, I'm often treated to the sweet refrain of how some people call her the space cowboy, yeeaahh.

heh.

My kids rock.



soundtrack: heh - three guesses, einstein.