This isn't my first post about our music-obsessed son.
H3 got a real guitar from Uncle Todd and Aunt Beth last week, and to say he loves it would be a giant understatement. The obsession continues. And I admit that it's a little louder in our house than it was before, but I'm loving it. Love that he has sparked an interest in something so early in life (this started before he turned two) and that as he grows, so does his love for music.