Miss Morgan went to her first gig this past weekend. It was outdoors, and our bass player's girlfriend took her for a walk in the stroller. They sat across the street from us for awhile, so Morgan got to hear us from a distance. Let me tell you, it was so hard to stay onstage--I wanted to go smooch my baby!
I'm still feeling sleep-deprived from the gig. Morgan's sleep schedule was normal, but mine was not. Staying up until 1am, and then getting up at 6 with the baby wiped me out. It is now 8:30pm, and I'm thinking about calling it a day.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Mannnnnnnnn. . . it's been awhile since my last post. Turns out babies keep you busy. And I like naps.
So we have a gig in a couple weeks up near Duluth. It's a two day deal. What will we do with the baby, you ask? That's a very good question. I'm thinking she'd make an excellent tambourine player. Or maybe we'll just see if Grandma wants an overnight visit. But seriously, if I didn't think it was going to be too loud for her, I'd just throw on a Baby Bjorn, and bring her onstage with me. As you can see from the ultrasound, she had a predisposition to rock, even in utero. The ultrasound tech said she was signing "I love you". I burst into joyous tears, and said, "No. . . we're in a band!".