We're behind posting. This trip already happend last Sunday, but since Karl got such a kick out of visiting his grandfather in the lakeside town of Seeshaupt this has to be posted anyway. The main source of kicks was of course another source of noise he was able to produce himself. The fact that he was able to hit clean quints and octaves on the piano should not be overestimated, since I doubt he was neither aware of the harmonious qualities of those nor the disturbing qualities of the massive atonal chords you can produce with an open babyhand strategically slammed on the black keys.
He also took a walk down to the lake, which is a good 500 yards he almost mastered all on foot. The trek was well worth it, since he got to watch a flock of ducks sleeping in the waves (which you can kinda make out in the higher res version behind the post when you squint and look near the horizon).
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