Ode to the tuba

WG *loves* the tuba. When asked what she likes about it she says, "everything." Then she makes oompa sounds and dances around the room. She makes tubas out of whatever she can get her hands on: paper towel tubes, cardboard, plastic cups... Her love of the tuba has been long lasting. It's been about a year now and there is no sign of her wavering. Every day when we get her teeny 1/16th size violin out to practice she asks if they make teeny tiny tubas. And every day she sighs when I tell her that she has to wait until she's older.

The symphony's principal tubist was very excited when I told him about her love of the tuba. Last Valentine's day WG colored cut-out paper hearts to give to people. She made them for friends and family, but she saved the biggest, most colorful Valentine for the principal tubist's tuba. Not the person, but the tuba itself. He was pretty tickled by the whole thing. He offered to give her lessons. I asked if he taught 3 year olds. Well, no, but as soon as she hits jr. high...

So WG is stuck with the violin for now. We keep telling her as soon as she's big enough she can play the tuba. Honestly, she's a pretty big kid: tall and muscular so it wouldn't surprise me if she could physically handle it in a few years. She can already get a sound out of Tim's trumpet. We *know* she has lung power from the days (year) of terrible colic. Probably she needs some permanent teeth first, though....