the goat drum.

someone {ahem: sandy stearns} left his goat-skin drum at our house on friday night after LIFE was finished.

so of course, on saturday morning, we had a jam session.



in true seven-month-old fashion, after I stopped recording, Rowan tried to eat the drum.
but we say no! to eating goats in this household, so I redirected her + she banged a bit more instead.