Kitchen Helper

One of my favourite things to do is helping mommy in the kitchen. Mommy tells me that I’m a very good helper and that makes me feel very useful. It’s a great feeling and it motivates me to help out some more. I know mommy appreciates my help and company.

I like to help with the dishwasher. I’m good at taking dishes and cutlery out of the machine and stacking them on the floor. I’m great at splashing around in the residual water that ends up on the open door of the dishwasher. Sometimes I even help load the machine by tossing some of my toys in there.

Once we have the dishwasher loaded and the kitchen tidy, mommy and I get cooking. The first step is to rummage around in the refrigerator. That’s where the food comes from and we can’t cook without food. The moment mommy opens the refrigerator door I run over and get to work.

Mommy goes for the chicken and I grab a box of some sort. I shake the box for a moment but it’s not as satisfying as I hoped so I toss the box on the floor. Mommy searches in the pantry while I continue working in the refrigerator. We work side by side to get the job done.

I spot a cucumber. I love cucumbers! I grab it and take a bite. The cucumber is surprisingly tough and covered in some sort of plastic film. Not as tasty as I remember cucumbers to be. Very disappointing. I guess it’s just not cooked yet so I toss it aside and move on to something else.

I see cheese and I suddenly get a craving for the stuff. I try to grab it but it’s in some sort of plastic compartment that I can’t get open. I give up on the cheese and go for the egg carton instead. I pull with all my might and wrestle the egg carton from its place. That’s when mommy intervenes by grabbing the carton and she puts it back in place.

Peachy is the kitchen helper

How do you get the cheese out?

Mommy gives me a look and asks me to close the fridge. I hesitate and consider my options. If I close the fridge I won’t have access to all the goodies inside. If I don’t close the fridge mommy will do it and I still won’t be able to get at the stuff inside, on top of not having the satisfaction of closing the fridge. I back up, get a good hold of the door, and slam it shut. That felt good!

Next mommy searches around in the drawers and cupboards. She pulls out a cutting board, roasting pan, small pot, knife, brush, and wooden spoon. I get the small pot and wooden spoon while mommy occupies herself with the rest of the items.

While mommy washes and chops, I bang the pot with the wooden spoon. I get pretty good sound out of that thing. I begin to wonder what other sounds I can make. I use the spoon on the tile floor, then the oven door, followed by mommy’s leg. The oven door made the best sound so I go back to banging on that for a while.

I enjoy the sounds I’m making but it feels like something is missing, so I begin to sing. I don’t let my lack of words stop me from singing. I don’t see why I should. Singing is making music with your mouth and you don’t need words for that. After a moment mommy joins in with some mouth music of her own and we sing together while I keep the beat with the wooden spoon.

Once I get bored with singing, I toss the wooden spoon and come over to see what mommy is doing. There’s a lot of chopping going on and I demand a taste. Mommy tells me that she is chopping potatoes and that raw potatoes are not tasty. She reaches into the cupboard, pulls out a baby biscuit, and offers me that instead. I take the biscuit and sit on the floor to enjoy it while I watch mommy continue with her chopping.

By the time my biscuit is gone, mommy is done chopping. She arranges the potatoes around the chicken in the roasting pan while I watch. Then she asks me to stand clear while mommy opens the oven and puts the roasting pan in. As soon as the door is closed I rush over to peek through the window.

It’s dark in there and I can’t see a thing. I complain to mommy and she turns on the light. I look through the window again and sure enough, the roasting pan is indeed in there. I watch it while mommy washes her hands. It’s not doing anything and I quickly lose focus.

Mommy picks up the cucumber I had tasted and gives it a rinse. Mommy pulls out a clean cutting board and a peeler. I know the cucumber is about to be made tasty so I hurry over and demand a piece. Mommy makes me wait while she peels the cucumber and chops off a manageable piece which she cuts into quarters. She hands it to me and I give it a taste. That’s good cucumber!

I ask for another piece and munch away on that while mommy keeps slicing. Then I ask for several more pieces and I keep crunching while mommy chops up other vegetables. By the time mommy is done, I have eaten a quarter of the cucumber. It was a big cucumber.

Mommy puts the vegetables aside for later and she tells me that it’s time for a break. I’m pretty full and a bit tired so I follow mommy into the living room and climb onto the couch next to mommy. We watch TV for a bit until daddy comes home. Then it’s dinner time and we eat the meal that mommy and I prepared. It’s a satisfying feeling to watch people enjoy the meal you made.

Guest Post: Dragon Eggs Activity

I enjoy doing activities with mommy and daddy. We put on hand puppet shows, play hide and seek, and even dig for treasure in the backyard. Activities are fun, exciting, and sometimes I even learn something along the way.

Peachy is ready to do a new activity

What are we doing today?

Mommy does another kind of activity called arts and crafts. I’m a bit messy and don’t follow directions very well, so my involvement in arts and crafts is generally limited to sitting on the floor next to mommy while I wave around bits of fabric and put pieces of paper in my mouth. I may not be ready just yet but mommy thinks that soon I’ll be big enough to get involved in some arts and crafts of my own.

Choosing an arts and crafts activity for a little person like me isn’t easy. It has to be fun and within my scope of abilities so that I don’t get discouraged and frustrated. Above all it has to be safe for me to do. Mommy always says that safety is a priority.

While mommy has been contemplating what an appropriate first craft project would be, we got an email with a guest post idea which first perfectly with this topic. This activity is easy to do, fun, and safe with adult supervision. I think this would be a perfect craft for me to try and you might like it too.


Activity: Dragon Eggs

Encourage imagination and creativity with this magical craft that lets your child make and design his very own dragon egg. A far cry from your standard Easter eggs, these fantastical creations must be peeled to reveal their enchanting wonder.

Dragon Eggs

Pretty!

What You Need:

  • Eggs
  • 2 pots
  • Stove
  • Water
  • Ice
  • Tongs
  • Food colouring
  • Coffee cups
  • Vinegar
  • Plate
  • Paper towels
  • Spoons
  • Timer

What You Do:

– Have your child place 6 eggs in a pot of cold water.

– Put the pot on the stove and turn the burner on high.

– When the water comes to a full boil, have your young chef set the timer for 13 minutes.

– When the timer goes off, have your child create an ice water bath. All they needs to do is fill up the second pot with water and ice.

– Carefully use the tongs to transfer the eggs from the hot water to the cold water.

– While the eggs cool, mix the dye by having your child count out 20 drops of food colouring into each coffee cup.

– Your child should add one tablespoon of vinegar and ½ a cup of room temperature water to each cup.

– When the eggs are cool enough to handle, have your child tap each egg on a hard surface. Tap and turn, tap and turn until hey have gently cracked the entire shell. There should be little spider web cracks running everywhere.

– Let your child place each cracked egg in a cup of dye. If the water does not cover the top of the egg, gently add a little more water.

– Ask your child to line a rimmed plate with paper towels.

– When the eggs have been in the dye for 15 minutes, have your child check one to see if it is dark enough. It may take up to 30 minutes to get a darker colour.

– When the eggs are dark enough, your child can remove them from the dye and place them on the plate.

– The magical colour of these eggs fades after they have been peeled. Have your child call everyone to the table and help them peel the eggs, revealing the dragon pattern to their special guests.


This idea was submitted to us by Education.com. Their aim is to empower parents, teachers, and homeschoolers to help their children build essential skills and excel. With over 12 million members, Education.com provides educators of all kinds with high-quality learning resources, including worksheets, lesson plans, digital games, an online guided learning platform, and more.

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The Perpetual Motion Machine

I am a bundle of energy with vigour to spare. Utilized correctly my energy could power a city block. Instead I use my energy to thoroughly exhaust mommy and leave chaos in my wake. I emit havoc and mayhem, leaving a residue of pandemonium wherever I go.

Right after breakfast I burn off a bit of energy by racing circles around mommy while she tries to tidy up a little. I try to be useful by helping mommy put my dishes in the dishwasher but mommy always insists that she do it herself. I can be insistent too and I prove it by attempting to climb into the dishwasher in pursuit of the whisk. Mommy pulls me out and closes the dishwasher.

While mommy wipes the table I crawl underneath in search of wayward Cheerios. I thought I was full but somehow there is always room for floor food. I manage to eat a few Cheerios before mommy becomes aware of the crunching sounds coming from underneath the table. A quick sweep with the broom puts an end to my fun.

I attempt to do a thorough investigation of the broom’s findings as mommy gives the kitchen floor a quick sweep. Every time I try to grab at the growing pile of treasure mommy moves it out of my reach with the broom. It’s a fun game! Mommy doesn’t agree. The game is over when mommy puts the broom away.

I spot something out of the corner of my eye. It’s one of our cats coming around the corner. I take off in pursuit screaming as I go and the cat makes a run for it. “Get back here and let me love you!” I yell in my own way. The cat doesn’t listen and I lose track of him behind the couch.

I hear commotion on the other side of the couch and I run over to investigate. It’s mommy setting up my foam floor! I rush over to lend a helping hand and together we get the job done in no time. Mommy stretches out on the floor and I watch with curiosity. This is no time for a nap. There are adventures to be had!

Peachy waiting for mommy to get up

If you don’t get up I’m coming down there.

I pounce on mommy and attempt to use her tummy as a trampoline. She makes a funny noise and wraps me into a bear hug. As I wiggle out of her arms she rolls over and I climb onto her back to ride the mommy horse. I love this game! Mommy doesn’t agree about this one either.

As I bounce around on mommy’s spine I take her yelps and grunts as a sign that she’s secretly having fun and I bounce higher. I throw myself head first off mommy’s back while she tries to catch me and ease me down gently. Mommy’s frantic attempts to save me are hilarious and I get a serious case of the giggles.

Mommy sits up and tickles my tummy, then she covers my face in kisses. I try to swat mommy away but the giggles make it hard to concentrate. I swat, shriek, kick, and giggle until mommy sits back up. I jump to my feet and grab mommy’s ponytail. I yank it this way and that way while watching mommy’s head move around in response. Another great game that mommy doesn’t seem to have any love for.

Mommy tries to distract me with a stuffed animal. I try to ignore it but mommy sings a silly song and makes the toy dance to the beat. I can’t help but join in with a little dance of my own. The song comes to an end and I stomp my feet as fast as I can. Then I race off towards the kitchen.

With no particular destination in mind, I run circles around the kitchen island. On my fourth lap I spot something under the refrigerator. I come to a stop and do a bit of a belly flop onto the floor. I impersonate a pancake and flatten myself as much as I can while I peer into the darkness under the fridge. There’s something under there!

Carefully I reach under the refrigerator and pull out something that resembles a wrinkly grape. I love grapes! Mommy arrives in the kitchen just as I’m about to plop the grape into my mouth. With a shriek mommy lunges for my hand sending the grape flying across the room. We both take off in pursuit of the grape but mommy gets there before I do.

Mommy opens the fridge, pulls out my lunch, and packs it in my diaper bag. I know that means we’re going to the park. There’s lots of space to run around there and plenty of things for me to explore. I love it when mommy takes me to the park. I get to run and play until I’m tired and then I have my lunch while I watch the big kids play.

I jump up in excitement and race to the front door. I look back to make sure mommy is on her way and she is! I’m giddy with anticipation and very impatient but I suppress my need to squirm while mommy puts my shoes on. After what feels like at least an eternity, mommy has her shoes on and we’re on our way. I love the park and that’s something mommy and I can agree on.

Generation Alpha or Generation Glass?

As a daughter of parents belonging to Generation Y, I am a part of Generation Alpha. My generation consists of babies born between 2011 and 2025. Many of us haven’t been born yet but we are estimated to reach almost 2 billion by the time we’re all here. Make way for Generation Alpha!

The parents of my generation tend to be older by the time their first baby is born, and our families will generally be smaller than the majority of families from the past. Many of our parents will live longer lives than their parents, and will enjoy a slightly higher standard of living. Our parents are more open to switch careers and look for alternative work arrangements. The best feature of Generation Y is that they are much more likely to lavish upon their children both love and material possessions.

Generation Alpha will continue in the footsteps of our parents by becoming the most educated generation to date. In order to be successful, we will need to be adaptable and creative in response to a changing and highly competitive marketplace. With high levels of education and an ingenuity when it comes to career choices, my generation is likely to be wealthier than its predecessors. We will certainly have our share of challenges but plenty of opportunities too.

Unsurprisingly, my generation is, and will be much more technologically supplied. While our parents may remember a world where having an internet capable computer in their home was a luxury, or at least slow dial-up modems that made surfing the net a headache, the world of my generation has free WiFi at every corner. We are being raised in a world of cell phones, tablets, and internet access for all.

However controversial, Generation Alpha is getting a lot more screen time. There are shows and apps made for even the youngest members of Generation Alpha. Some offer exhilarating entertainment and others are brilliantly educational. Some of us are practically being raised by technology and even parents who limit screen time will still allow us more than they had when they were our age. Because of this some people are labelling us Generation Glass.

I have never hidden the fact that I love my screen time and that mommy allows me to play games and watch shows. Some may criticize our family but we have to find the right mix of activities that works for us. Each of our days consist of outdoor activities (weather permitting), indoor play, reading, social time, learning, and screen time. In our family we aim for a healthy mix of activities for well-rounded fun and education.

Peachy with mommy's cell phone

Practicing my screen time

During the week TV is reserved for evenings when we relax after supper. I usually play with my toys while the TV plays in the background but I might watch it if something good comes on. On weekends I love to watch TV first thing in the morning on those lazy days, but if we have a family activity planned we might not watch any TV at all. Weekends are spontaneous and less structured days. They’re full of surprises.

Most days I watch one of my shows on the tablet while I’m eating breakfast. Mommy likes to use that time to empty and reload the dishwasher, and get us ready for the outdoor activity we have planned for that day. The tablet does a good job of keeping me entertained while I eat my fruit. It also comes in very handy if I get impatient on long car rides.

The tablet is where I keep my apps. Mommy likes to get me apps that have some educational component, but a few are just for fun. Some apps I play by myself when I don’t feel like playing with my toys during indoor play time. Other apps mommy and I play together as part of my learning time. These usually consist of pictures which depict common objects and mommy and I talk about the things we see on the screen.

No post about screen time can be complete without a mention of mommy’s cell phone. I never watch shows on it and there are virtually no apps on there, but I love playing with it. Whenever I see it, which is often, I pick it up and play with it. There was a time when I would have to ask mommy to turn it on for me whenever the screen went dark, but after watching mommy do it so many times I can now turn it on by myself.

Mommy’s cell phone looks just like a mini tablet and it functions very much like one too. Sometimes it works more like the house phone. The cell phone rings and a voice comes out of it. A few times mommy put it up to my ear and I could hear daddy’s voice! I try doing that on my own from time to time but daddy’s voice is never there when I do it.

Overall I do spend a good deal of time in front of a screen of some sort. Maybe mine really is the Glass Generation. Some people might see this as a problem but in our family our screens are tools like any other. Sometimes we use them to sit back, relax, and waste time. Other times we use them as aids in our daily lives. Would I be better off with no screen time? It’s hard to say.

What we can be sure of is that screens are not going away and there will be a lot more screen time in my future. Technology has revolutionized the way we work, how we have fun, and the means by which we keep in touch with those we care about. As technology infiltrates our lives further it’s sure to become even more of a necessity. I have many things to learn and skills to acquire and I have to make time for those things, but screens are going to be just as much a part of my life and I need to know how to use them too.

Up Close With Magic

Last summer mommy introduced me to the magic of bubbles. I was amazed by the strange orbs which seemed to float in the air as if guided by invisible strings. That was one of my favourite days with mommy and I have been eager to recreate that experience. It’s been a long wait.

All winter long I have been waiting for the bubble orbs to reappear but they did not. Mommy insists that magic bubble time is an outdoor activity. In the winter the only outdoor activities we’ve had involved the snow. Those were fun days too, but there were no magic bubbles.

As the days have been warming up, mommy and I have been spending a lot more time outside. We go on outings, to the park, and we even have days in the backyard where the magic bubbles were sighted last year. This year in our backyard I’ve seen lots of birds, a couple of squirrels, and a few bugs, but no bubbles.

A couple of months ago mommy, daddy, and I went out to the park and we sat on the grass. I noticed a few bubbles that day but it was a bit windy. The bubbles were swept away before I could get a good look at them, let alone catch any. It just wasn’t a good day for bubble watching.

I was starting to think that I would never get to play with those magic bubbles again. Maybe bubbles are usually too shy to play and that one time last summer was a once in a lifetime sort of encounter. I was almost ready to give up hope, and then last weekend it happened.

On weekends the park is very busy and it’s hard for a small person like me to play when there is so much going on. If the weather is nice on weekends, we either have a family outing to a new place, or we spend time playing in our backyard. Last weekend the weather was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold with only a slight breeze.

Mommy set out a blanket on the patio and brought out some of my toys. Usually when we go out in our yard I don’t just sit and play with my toys. I either play in my pool, we do an activity together, or we explore the yard to see what unusual things we can find. It was not a typical way to spend time in the backyard but it was nice to play in the fresh air and I could tell mommy was enjoying herself too.

For a while nothing strange happened. I sat on the blanket and played with my doll and my car for a while. Then I got up and brought all my blocks over to the chair where I organized them. Next I moved my blocks from the chair to the table. There are many blocks and I can only carry two at a time, so it took several trips to get all the blocks to their new location.

I think I was on my second trip when it happened. First mommy got up and tinkered with the new contraption that had been sitting in our living room for a couple of days. Then the contraption began to make a strange humming noise. I looked in that direction just in time to see small bubbles being blown out of the now humming contraption.

Toddler surrounded by bubbles

Are you seeing this?

Mommy went back to her chair and appeared unconcerned that the contraption continued to hum and spit out bubbles. It took no time at all for the entire patio area to be filled with small bubbles which swirled and danced around me. I was so surprised that I couldn’t even move. I just stood there frozen as I was, and watched the bubbles float by.

I turned on the spot to follow the trail of bubbles with my eyes. Some went up and over the fence disappearing from my view. Some swirled around or hovered almost motionless in the air around me. Some sank to the ground where they seemed to disappear upon contact with the ground. It was all very hypnotizing.

While I watched the bubbles I realized that although the ones that landed on the patio vanished immediately, the ones that landed on my blanket were more inclined to stick around for a bit. They settled on the fibres of the fabric and wobbled there for a while. Sometimes they vanished after a moment, but other times they appeared to be quite comfortable.

It took a little while but I managed to shake off the trance and I sprang into action. First, I ditched the two blocks that I was still holding. I would need my hands for this. Next, I rushed over to the blanket and threw myself down upon it. Then I crawled over to where several bubbles were wobbling there in the sun.

With no hesitation I reached out my hand and grabbed at a bubble. With the bubble firmly in my fist, I made myself comfortable on the blanket and prepared to examine my treasure. I opened my hand and was very disappointed to find it empty. Where did the bubble go?

Quickly I reached for another bubble but it vanished before I could get a good grip. A third bubble produced the same results. Next I lunged with both hands at a group of bubbles but they were gone as soon as I got there. My hands were starting to feel strangely slippery but I didn’t have time to give it much thought. There were bubbles to be captured all around me!

On my next attempt at a group of bubbles, something strange happened. One of the bubbles attached itself to the back of my finger. I was amazed. Not wanting to frighten it away, I slowly brought it up to my face to take a closer look.

The bubble was beautiful. Perfectly round and wobbly with just a thin membrane separating it from the air. The sun shimmered off its surface where brilliant rainbows danced. It weighed nothing at all and I aside from a slight dampness, I couldn’t really feel it at all.

I was ecstatic to have my first close encounter with a magic bubble. It was worth the wait. A few moments later the bubble disappearing off my finger leaving nothing more than a droplet on the back of my finger. If it wasn’t for that droplet, I wouldn’t even have been sure if the experience was real.

Fun in the Sun

This year the warm weather has been rather slow to assert itself. We’ve had unseasonably cool temperatures with grey skies and rain. The summer solstice is a week away but it has barely felt like summer at all. More like a slow spring after a long winter.

It has been such a cold summer that the heat wave which dropped down upon us late last week was a welcome surprise. We finally had several days of truly hot weather and nobody complained about it. Over the weekend it seemed that everyone was out enjoying the unbearable heat and humid air.

My family was no exception. We left the comfort of our air-conditioned home and set out in search of some fun in the sun. What we found were crowds of people. The park was too busy for me to play safely and there wasn’t even an empty bench in sight.

Much to my dismay, we retreated back to the safety of our house. I was looking forward to adventures! I was even perfectly willing to battle crowds if it meant having some fun. Sadly, mommy didn’t think it was safe for me to do so. Mommy thinks I’m too small to run around in a crowd.

I was feeling disappointed as mommy carried me upstairs to my room and got me ready for a diaper change. Then something strange happened. Mommy put a weird diaper on me. It didn’t feel like my usual diapers and it didn’t go on the same way either. Instead of being fastened at the front like every diaper I have ever worn, I had to put my feet into it like pants.

Next mommy brought out an outfit for me that I had never seen before. It was one piece like a bodysuit but the fabric felt strange and it had funny straps at the top. Unlike all my other bodysuits, this one didn’t go on over my head. I had to put my feet into it first and then mommy pulled it up, got my arms through the straps, and pulled the straps up onto my shoulders.

I was somewhat confused by this process but once I was in there, the outfit felt quite comfortable. Next mommy put me in the crib while she searched for something in my closet, and then my dresser. I’m not sure what was going on. I was too busy investigating the strange outfit I was wearing.

When mommy and I went back downstairs, I realized daddy was missing. Mommy didn’t even slow down. She simply carried me to the patio door and before I knew it we were outside on our deck. Mommy carried me down the stairs to the backyard and set me down on the patio.

Moments later daddy popped out from the shed carrying two patio chairs and the large umbrella with its stand. That’s when I noticed the blue circular thing behind me. I’ve been on the patio before and I am sure that wasn’t there before. Mommy called it a kiddie pool, but nobody explained where it came from.

I didn’t have much time to investigate. Mommy scooped me up and put me inside it! I was very surprised to find that it was full of water. Having suddenly found myself waist deep in water, I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I began frantically slapping my hands down on the surface of the water.

Peachy is having fun in the sun

It’s like having a bath outside

Splashing is fun! After a good ten minutes of furious splashing, I began to calm down. Mommy brought out a few of my waterproof toys and deployed them around me. Daddy set up the umbrella above me and a chair on either side. The three of us spent a fair bit of time relaxing and playing in this configuration.

After a while I decided I wanted to get out of the pool and do some exploring around the yard. Mommy helped me out and dried me off with a towel. Shoes were put on my feet and I was set free. While I was busy running around mommy placed a blanket on the grass underneath our tree and she sat down on it.

Once I was done stretching my legs, I came over to see what mommy was up to. She was just sitting there. I got onto the blanket with mommy to keep her company. We played with leaves and pieces of grass for a while. It was very interesting. I had never really looked at grass that way before.

I started feeling a bit warm and I though I nice dip in the pool would refresh me. Mommy helped me get back in the water and it was indeed very refreshing. Daddy adjusted the umbrella to keep me in the shade and we spent a while longer on the patio together. It felt so good to be splashing around in the water on such a hot day.

When I got bored with the pool for a second time, we decided to pack things up and go back inside. I was starting to get a bit hungry and mommy promised me a snack, so I didn’t fuss about it. After my snack I had a great nap. It was such an amazing day.

The best part was that the following day was another hot and humid one and we did the same thing all over again. It was just as much fun as the first time. Maybe it was even more fun because I knew what to expect and I wasted no time jumping into my pool.

The three of us ended up spending a good portion of our weekend in our own backyard and every one of us felt great about that. It turns out, you don’t have to go very far for a good time. Sometimes the best place to go is just outside the door.

Pitch Perfect Peachy

I’m starting my own band. It’s no secret that I love music and all things musical. My appreciation for music became apparent in the first few days of my life. When I hear music play, I stop whatever I’m doing and I listen. I can’t help myself. Music speaks to me.

It’s not surprising that at 18 months old I would be in a band. If anything, I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner. I guess it was for the best to wait until I matured a bit. My musical style is much more refined now and I have added several new skills to my repertoire.

One of the skills I have been working on is my ability to dance. At first I could only do a bit of a bounce on my tush when seated. Next I perfected the twerk while holding the coffee table. Then I mastered the side to side swivel. Now I get my shoulders in on the action while I do a whole body wiggle. It’s good exercise and lots of fun.

I play several instruments which is sure to come in handy for the band. I practice my piano skills every day so that I don’t get rusty. I play my drum because I love to smack things, be they actual drums or otherwise. I practice my tambourine whenever I can find it.

My latest instrument is the xylophone and I am really enjoying it. Mommy and daddy bought it for me a couple of months ago and I have already mastered it. I bash at the colourful bars whenever the mallet finds its way into my hand. Hitting the bars can be tricky but I manage to get at least one with almost every strike.

Peachy practicing the Xylophone

Practice makes perfect.

Sometimes I invent my own unique sounds by experimenting with some of the toys I have. Many play music or make noise. I like to combine the various sounds in unique ways. I’m sure this will be useful for my band. Being able to put various sounds together is sure to put me ahead of the game.

Of course I also sing. I have a great voice for singing. It carries well and I can make it be really loud. I prefer to sing the high notes and my favourite way to sing them is at full volume. My favourite time to sing is when we go shopping.

Grocery stores have amazing acoustics and I love to hear the sound of my own voice bouncing off of the various shelves and racks. Singing while we shop also allows me to practice my performance skills. I love to perform for an audience. That’s why I sing at maximum volume. I want to make sure everyone can hear how musical I am.

When pursuing a career in the spotlight, it’s important to remember that image is almost as important as talent. That’s why I have been developing my own signature style. I know what I like, and more importantly, what I don’t like and I’m not shy about expressing my thoughts and feelings.

That brings me to the final requirement for being in a band. A musician needs to have the right attitude. Passion for the craft is important, and a rebel mindset is a necessity. Luckily I am a natural rebel and free spirit. I follow no laws and avoid the rules.

I think I’m well on my way to becoming a band. I have the voice, the sound, the instruments, a good wiggle, the right look, lots of practice sessions, and the passion. Am I missing anything? I don’t think so. All I need now is my first gig. Anyone need a band?

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