Tuesday, January 18, 2011
On December 29, Tiggy turned the fabulously huge age of 12. She's almost as tall as I am, with poor Damon not far behind. Oops, did I say that out loud? Don't worry, Damon. You'll grow soon. Eventually.
For months now, Tiggy has been faithfully bringing home her flute, a school rental, and practicing it. Without even being forced! Her hard work was rewarded by receiving her own flute for her birthday, still in the package, never before played. (Believe me, I was tempted. I would even have removed every single fingerprint and lip print.)
That made it possible to do a flute trio with our pastor on New Year's Day. Soon Tina will join in, making it a flute quartet. Before long, I'm even going to have to practice to keep up, never mind stay ahead. Tiggy's come a long way from "Twink GASP le GASP twink GASP le GASP lit GASP le GASP star, GAAAAAAAASP, How GASP I GASP won GASP der GASP what GASP you GASP are. GAAAAAAAAAASP"
Devon was less than pleased. The only thing that marginally consoled him was the thought that it was only a few more weeks till his birthday, and then HE would be the one getting the presents. But not a flute.
Or a tuba.
Until the next adventure,