The band is back ... in the basement

The band is back to practicing in the basement, and Quinn can nap through it all .... if she is not dancing.


So, a few weeks after Quinn was born Chris Merritt came to live with us, and he started a new band with Tim. The guys recruited a bass player, and they all started rehearsing in our basement a few times a week. Since Quinn slept a lot back then, it was almost always as she slept. She never cared, and sometimes I would take her downstairs so she could listen and get tired.

Well, about a year ago, the band found new places to practices, but since Chris and Avery's new house has very thin walls and close neighbors, the band is back in our basement. The first few times they played here again, Quinn sat on a case next to the drums and watched, danced and waved her arms. Now she climbs up and down the stairs during practices, and when we are not looking she adjusts the volume on the amps and makes some crazy horrible noises. And she is also back to sleeping during rehearsal. If I lay her down in her bed when the band is playing a crazy loud or fast song, she just goes with it. It sees to here that music and music, and she just rolls over and goes to sleep like she does when we play the Mormon Tabernacle Choir for her. Nice.

Anyway, I've loved having the guys back at our house. I love Chris so much, so it feels wonderful to have the family back under one roof... at least for practice.

Tonight the guys are playing outside the Provo courthouse at 8 p.m. for the Freedom Festival, and then tomorrow morning we are headed to Idaho for an Indie Fest on Tim's 27th birthday. Family/ Band road trip!