D's

Nate is a very different little dude. Since hanging a cd player in Luke's room, Nate has discovered that the shiny round disc actually makes music. And he has fallen in love with the shiny round "D" as he calls it. He can't get enough of them. He has amassed his own collection, and he carries them around, sticking his tongue through the hole in the center and pushing them in his little toy cart. He has cd and DVD cases that he opens and closes, taking the cd's in and out. He carries the cd's to the player in Luke's room and wails until he sees the familiar spinning and hears the music of choice. Then he walks down the hall to my bedroom, where he over and over again tries to put his remaining cd's in the DVD player, opening and closing the little drawer in the hopes that some other sweet sound might pour out. Sitting in the living room, I watch him shuttle back and forth all day long, sometimes stopping to do a little jig if the music and mood hits him right.