This morning I was rudely awakened by an evil ukulele my handsome little guitar-playing guy.
Yesterday, we received a package from Grandma and Grandpa Case who live in Fiji. They sent Joanna a new dress made in Fiji and Josiah got this awesome little ukulele which he calls a guitar except he pronounces it 'tatar'.
He has been endlessly singing and strumming that little thing. Here he is laying in bed beside me waking me up with his "beautiful music".
Thank you Grandpa and Grandma!
Psalm 95:1 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
Precious!
ReplyDeleteAnd what was with that crooked little grin while he was playing???? Soooo funny!!!