A vision of the future

The marching band tradition is strong in our family.  Corey and I both had musical grandparents, and BOTH sets of our parents met in marching bands (Corey's at Rochester High School and mine at Arizona State University).  Corey and I each had siblings in marching band and colorguard, and anyone who knows either one of us even casually probably knows that Corey and I are both high school and college marching band alumni.  It's not a matter of whether Peter and Charlotte will be in a band.  It's only a question of woodwind versus brass.  (We're not sure we are ready for a percussionist, though we are not completely discounting the idea.)

When Charlotte received a cool collection of dress-up clothes handed down from Corey's cousins, there was included an old marching band jacket that apparently Corey's mom and aunt had purchased at a school rummage sale.  The other night, Charlotte decided she needed to wear it while she and Peter tooted on Corey's ancient baritone horn.  They can get surprisingly good noises out of it, and then they giggle like maniacs.  I don't mind this early introduction to brass, but please oh please let one of them be a woodwind player!

Petey wants to join the band too!

It may be hard to actually march until she is strong enough to hold the baritone.  For now, it has to sit on the floor while she honks.

Peter looks a little disturbed by the sounds emanating from that monster.

One of Charlotte's big heros, her buddy Madison's big sister Mia, plays the tuba, so low brass may be in CJ's future.  I can picture Peter as my little saxophone player, can't you?