It’s every parent’s dream that their child will take to one of their hobbies. We try to get them interested, but probably fail. My Dad tried to get me to play baseball and football—I have written proof in my baby book—yet I ended up taking to the arts and computers instead. However, I did play soccer and hockey—his two least favorite sports. Sorry Dad.

Now it’s my turn—Elly is getting her first guitar for her second birthday. Is it wishful thinking that she’ll love it? Probably, but I’m still going to try. It’s said that the proof is in the photograph, so I included a picture of Elly diggin’ my guitar playing from when she was about 11 months old. See? That’s photographic proof that my daughter loves the guitar. Let’s hope it stays that way—I loved cars when I was a toddler, but now I don’t care much for them.

Now that she’s running around constantly, she climbs on me when I practice, tries to play the instrument, and constantly steals my picks. I’ve gotten awesome at playing finger style. I’m hoping she wants to play and isn’t doing it just because she gets to disrupt whatever I’m doing—one of her favorite “games.” So far she knows how to play the D major chord and how to strum a pick.

Elly turns two on June 15. She’s getting her first guitar as her present from me. We’ll see how it pans out.

Update on how it panned out:

This is going on my list of "Top Ten Most Awesome Moments in My Life." Look at that form!