My 9-month-old daughter is banging away on her Leapfrog drum making more noise than my
pre-parent ears could handle. But having had two now, I just giggle. The kid's occupied and it's a dream. She's grinning ear to ear with her accomplishment to make noises at will.... and my son joins in singing and banging on his own bongo drums.
In 15 minutes, I'll have had enough of the banging from both of them, but at the moment, it almost seems peaceful from my spot on the couch. So much so, I just grabbed a soda and a book. This "occupied" time might let me read a chapter.
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