One item that my son wanted for his birthday while on vacation was bongo drums. We have no idea where he got this idea. He told us this, “I see myself on the beach, playing them, in between surfing.” We said, “We see you on the beach, sitting quite a ways away from us.”
So we found them in a guitar store a week before we left town and hid them in a corner of our bedroom, under a sheet. I tried to find a box for them but never did. I made a mental note to myself a few times to be sure to put them in the Suburban before we left. He kept telling us which ones he saw on Amazon and that we only had a few more shopping days left.
We always leave for
In fact, this adrenaline surge over the flower fuss situation was all a good thing because it jarred my brain more awake and when we were about two blocks away I said, “We have to go back!” The bongos (and another gift) were still under a sheet in our bedroom. The boys asked what I forgot and I said it was female related. There were no more questions. So into the house I went and came back out with this item the size of a microwave oven, wrapped in a blanket, and into the back of the SUV it went and then into the guest room at my mother-in-laws for a few more days until his official birthday.
By the way, this birthday son is the one who hurt his clavicle from that linedrive baseball. The orthopedic doc said it was most likely a stress fracture and there was nothing to do for it and to let any pain be his guide and he’d feel much better every passing week. I am happy to say that he was able to boogie board and play the bongos while in
I had a wonderful time off and have been visiting my MIL and my BIL and SIL’s for over 22 years and some things we did the same as usual but we also had some new experiences.
I flew back yesterday from the
So the last day also started with an early wake up call and I was in the air at 7:30 a.m. with blue calm skies, no one eating on the plane, and a Starbucks coffee in my hands, and getting close to finishing the book, “The Help”, and no weird plane noises or bumpiness, or flight attendants acting foolish.
I didn’t take as many photos as I should have but will get them on the computer hopefully tonight. Right after I mow the lawn by myself for the first time in my life. I’ll report back on how that goes.
11 comments:
You're a much better mom than I. No son of mine would ever, EVER get a drum set for a gift. Ditto the bagpipes that son #3 wanted.
There's plenty of time for them to take up noisy hobbies in college.
Did he like the bongos? That's so funny. That's what I wanted when I was a kid for no apparent reason. I never got them, dammit.
Very interested in hearing a review of "The Help" and also a review of how the lawn mowing went. I, too, have been exempt from that job my whole life because I tried it once as a teen and my dad did nothing but scream at me that the lines were crooked. So apparently I am inept and I've never tried again since.
Don't tell me there's a big jump from 6 to 7 - my oldest turns 7 next month! :(
I agree, 14 sounds MUCH older than 13! and good job on the drums.. :)
and we LOVE Florida..the sunshine, the palm trees, the blue water...you are so lucky! What a great vacay for you and the boys!!!
and btw, I LOVED THE HELP. I was so so sad when it was over. Those ladies were like my friends...sweet!
Happy summer days to you!!
Drums? Thank goodness that has not hit the wish list of any of my three. Yet.
Mowing the lawn? I have never done this - alone or with someone. I am thinking I might learn this year, too. I need the exercise!
That is so great. I am a bit of an amateur percussionist myself. It's starts with bongos, then a rain stick or some other auxiliary instrument, now I even own a set of full size congo drums! I am glad you all had a good trip.
I'm just laughing and laughing picturing you bringing out a huge set of shrouded bongo drums, trying to pass them off as "female" related.
Female related, HA! I'll have to keep that one in my arsenal for when my boys are older.
I'm assuming he loved the bongos?
The Mother—The bongos next to reg drum sets in the store seemed tame. Ohh, I swoon when I hear bagpipes. I can only imagine how they’d sound from a novice, though.
Ms. Moon—he loved them. Do you still covet them?
Wedding Hostess—I loved The Help. I cannot believe this is a first novel for the author. Lawn mowing was a success but I’m sore! Hope to never do it again. Age 7, not a big jump—but doesn’t the number itself seem so different than 6?
Tawny—love FL too—that is where I get to hang with my sisters (in-laws) and I know you girl know what I mean.
Under the In—I think when they were little we said no to drums. This is just hands on those skins. Still, within 5 mins we told him to go outside. I would have never mowed the lawn under anyone’s eyes. Do it when they are all gone for a while. They are in awe that I did it.
Messy—That is so neat! I am looking up congo drums now.
Lawyer Mom—I giggled at your comment. Hubs knew to back into our driveway and when I ran back out of the house the back of the SUV was pointed towards me so I opened it and put the item inside. Also had an Atlanta Braves shirt in there for him. But he did get a new skateboard early. He may have peeked that night at what was under the blanket in the corner of grandma’s bedroom.
Jenni—he did love them. So does the youngest. Oldest has reminded him daily of whom they belong.
I have a guitarist in my house, a boy who started playing at 8 and is now 13. And I have a drummer in my house, a boy who has drummed on anything and everything (and has burned through two drum kits) since he was 18 months old. He is now 8. Noisy as all get-out, but totally less noisy than the TV or bickering.
Happy birthday to your 14 year old. You're right. That sounds SO old.
“I see myself on the beach, playing them, in between surfing.” We said, “We see you on the beach, sitting quite a ways away from us.” Loved this!
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