A few years ago, after listening to too much Ingrid Michaelson, I decided I wanted to learn to play ukulele. At the time, we were trying to get pregnant, it was the start of the holiday season, and I think I was having Rockwelllian visions of us all sitting around singing Christmas carols.
Because he is mostly fond of me, Sweet Husband did the necessary research and presented me with a pretty little uke for my birthday.
What you have to understand is, I played instruments (flute and bass guitar--what a combo!) for about ten years of my life. How hard could it be to pick up another one, right?
I did not count on the fact that I hadn't looked at a piece of music since my junior year of college. The frustration of having to re-learn things that I felt like I should know, plus the fact that I have too many hobbies anyway, led to my uke quickly becoming more ornamental than instrumental.
Enter Eddie Vedder. My Nice-Sister-In-Law burned me a copy of his latest CD--very originally entitled, Ukulele Songs. I think it's great, but you know who loves it even more? The Kid.
Not even kidding a little bit. We were driving him to daycare the other morning, and he got a little fussy in the back seat. Sweet Husband started to fret, and I was all like, "Watch this!" as I turned up Eddie Vedder. Instant calm! It's voo-doo-y.
Then, Saturday afternoon, the Kid was feeling particularly witchy and wouldn't nap. I was getting a bit desperate, so--thinking of Eddie--I pulled down the uke and slowly...painfully...pecked out the notes to the Kid's favorite song--There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly.
The crazy part was, it worked! He drifted off to sleep for a few minutes (which was complete victory at that point) and I kept practicing. Then Sweet Husband came home and, with some help from Ukulele Mike, started playing around with it too.
It's taken us a bit to get around to it, but I think before long we may be a house full of ukulele players.
And my idyllic vision? Well, it's not Jingle Bells (yet), but when I came downstairs Monday morning Sweet Husband and the Kid were sitting at the breakfast table--the former practicing the riff for Wipe Out, the later giggling and cooing at his new favorite entertainment.