One of my favourite games to play with the boy is a game called Rock Drummer, writes Ben Keenan.
He sits in my lap and I take his hands in mine and say ‘Introducing Thomas Keenan on drums’, which is when he starts grinning because he knows what’s about to happen.
Several minutes of extreme baby drumming and a final crash of air cymbals later, Tom climbs off of my lap and grabs anything that makes a noise and hits it against the floor, the door or his Mama. Since he was born, music has been a big part of his life. In our home, we have have played everything from Mother Goose to Metallica and Tom has soaked up every bar up like a sponge. We recently bought him some maracas, which he loves, but not as much as a visit to his great grandmother’s house, because as soon as he arrives, she hands him a saucepan and a wooden spoon which he attacks with gusto.
Babies love to sing and dance, which is why I jumped at the opportunity to book Tadpole Tunes at the bookshop last week. The minute it was suggested, I knew it would be something that the boy would absolutely adore but sadly, conflicting social obligations meant he was spending the day elsewhere. But at 10.30am on the dot, Nancy and her amazing skills started the sweetest concert ever performed in Bury. You could hardly move in the shop for the amount of pushchairs and buggies blocking both access points into the children’s section. The simple joy of sharing music filtered through the entire shop and gave everyone a boost of energy and an enhanced smile.
Nancy was amazing and as soon as his social calendar is free, I will be taking master Keenan to one of her classes and experiencing first-hand what I could only enjoy vicariously through those happy, crazy, bundles of joy shaking their tail feathers to the wonders of live music. Hands down one of the five best days I’ve ever had at work!