Jammin'

Freestone is a special kid, and we have proof: Grandma gave him two containers of his OWN strawberry jam. So he must be pretty special. He ate waffles after school with lots of Grandma's delicious jam on them, and he felt pretty awesome. Grandma always notices how special her kids are and makes sure they know it, too.

I've noticed how special Freestone is, too. He worked hard on his guitar song, Nowhere Man. He colored all the measures and wrote in all the fingerings himself. I love that he did that because practicing guitar with Freestone is one of my favorite things, and I'm glad he works so hard at it and sometimes has as much fun as I do. It gets hard and practicing makes him get tired and fall off his stool a LOT, but when he can play a Beatles song using the fingerings he wrote in, it's all worth it. At least for me. It might not seem worthwhile to Freestone until he's a cool 14-year-old who can play guitar to impress the girls. Hmm...I maybe haven't thought this through. Do I want my special baby boy to impress the ladies? Maybe I should concentrate more on developing his science or math skills. Something you can't use in a garage band.