Our Jake's drums arrived.

He hung out with his dad, watching him put them all together.  Before they got done I had to run into town.  I was only gone for an hour, but when I came back, Jake was tapping out very clear and very well timed rhythms. 

He's mixing it up, using his snare and his toms.  He's practicing rolls that end with a cymbal crash.  He's leaving the bass alone most of the time; I told him he should concentrate on his hands before he threw his foot into the mix as well.

It seems that Jake's a natural drummer.  He doesn't know it yet, but he's getting an MP3 player for Christmas - I'm going to upload some songs with simple drum patterns in them onto his new MP3 player and we're going to see if he can learn to play along with them. 

If today's playing is anything to go by, he's not going to have a problem picking up the beat and playing along with it.

I'm sitting here in the living room, listening to Jake drum away, and I'm smiling because I'm so happy.  My Jake, a drummer. 

That rawks.