Dances without wolves

Nana and Grampy brought Quinn a little toy train that plays "Mary Had A Little Lamb". Since it's the only song it plays, and it's not the Stevie Ray Vaughn version I think it might not wear so well...however Quinn seems to love it. He bounces and sways with the music, looking all the world like he's dancing. Hopefully he'll learn his dance moves from his mother, not his father. The train has got some animals that came with it that ride on the train cars. Absent among them are any wolves.

Rebecca takes Quinn to a "Make Music Meaningful" class once every week. It's made it such that Quinn thinks of music as something he does as opposed to something he listens to, which I am quite pleased about. Some evenings I play guitar and Quinn plays along too, shaking his shaker, his tambourine, or banging on his drum. Singing to him often soothes him when nothing else will. I think already music is meaningful in Quinn's life, and I look forward to nurturing that over the years.