My mom kind of [REALLY] loves antiques. When we were in Arizona for Thanksgiving, Stone found a little antique treasure in her closet. ....a trumpet. AND BOY DID HE PLAY IT. Who knows how many mouths have been on it, or how clean it was, but Stone was in heaven, while the rest of us perhaps weren't. He wanted to bring it home, and we quickly said, "NO."
And by the way, do you know how hard it is to blow a horn? I played the flute when I was younger, and it is totally different. Most of us could not do it (and were winded), but Stone had that thing blaring. Trumpet-playing-football-player? We shall see.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Antique Trumpet
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I love that so hard!!! That (Stone and the trumpet) inspired my Christmas tree decorating...I incorporated the horn along with all things gold and glittery!
P.S. I still can't believe he got good sound out of it...AND even pressed the keys.
How funny - well, if you ever feel the need for noise you can send him over here to play my trumpet. The boys have a love/hate relationship with it. They love to "play" themselves, but hate to hear how loud it is when other people are playing it. :)
That second picture is so cute! I love how stocky he is - he is so adorable. And getting so OLD!! I swear we just had you over for dinner when he was two months old!
we all love this pic. chloe giggles!
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