For the most part, A is a smiley, happy little boy, but he must have woken up on the wrong side of the crib Sunday morning. He was Mr. Grump. No problem since food is the cure all for him. He loves to eat! But breakfast did nothing for him. He had his milk, he had his waffle, but he was not a happy camper. That is until he heard Andy playing his guitar. As soon as A heard the music, he smiled and started bouncing in his high chair. And he couldn't see Andy. Andy was back in the bedroom, but he heard the guitar and knew it was his Daddy. Those boys have some connection going on that I can't explain, but it's beautiful.
For the most part, A is a smiley, happy little boy, but he must have woken up on the wrong side of the crib Sunday morning. He was Mr. Grump. No problem since food is the cure all for him. He loves to eat! But breakfast did nothing for him. He had his milk, he had his waffle, but he was not a happy camper. That is until he heard Andy playing his guitar. As soon as A heard the music, he smiled and started bouncing in his high chair. And he couldn't see Andy. Andy was back in the bedroom, but he heard the guitar and knew it was his Daddy. Those boys have some connection going on that I can't explain, but it's beautiful. 
