Every Tuesday, Andrew reminds me as we are walking out the door to go to school--mind you it is always the very last second--that it is "show-n-tell" and he needs something to take to school. So my eyes madly scan the perimeters of the inside of my home for anything I can quickly grab. Everything on the fridge has already been shown, all the not-quit-toys which are legal (please do not bring toys to show-n-tell--kindergarten teacher) have been shown--some twice. All the available snapshots of cats and costumes and trips and grandmas etc. have been shown. So today we grabbed the toy electric piano. Yes, it is a toy but permissible because Andrew can play real songs on it, and therefore this legitimatizes the previously illegal toy. Whew!
On the way to school, the toy electric piano blares previously recorded Christmas music and my head is already pounding. (Believe me, with the 15 unruly boys and 4 needy girls waiting ahead, this headache is just the beginning of a scorcher.) "Andrew," I say, "What are you going to play for the classroom?" He doesn't even pause and starts playing one of his songs as fast as he can until it practically blends in with the motor of the car---only louder. "No, Andrew, you need to play something else. Try Musetta," (--which is my favorite and suitably mellow for kindergarten ears.) "But I can't," he informs me, "I run out of music," which translates he can't play the bottom hand because he runs out of keys on his left hand. "Just play the top," I encourage, so he does beautifully and there, I think that problem is resolved ( at least until next Tuesday).
We take the toy piano into his Kindergarten teacher and she greets us with smiles and encouragement. She must be a very brave woman.
Seriously, Andrew is doing really well with his piano. If it is possible to be too proud of your own child, I guess I am guilty. I love to hear him play and I love to watch his eyes evaporate into that place in his imagination where moms and dads don't exist. Truly, his eyes do glaze over like he is in a trance. And I love to watch his little mouth as he concentrates and his tongue peeks through his lips--like it use to when he was a baby and was too fat and chubby in the cheeks to always keep his mouth closed. Sorry, this is really very sentimental stuff. It doesn't sound the same as it feels in my silly heart.
As for other news, Steven came home from school and immediately dove into lawn work--I have noticed that since the snow has vanished that his eyes have sort of glazed over into a sort of trance-like state too. I haven't noticed him poking his tongue through his lips in concentration too much, but, hey, summer isn't here yet:) He is entirely lost to me once things start to grow. (Once home from school it is off to the garden to peer at the tomatoes and peek at the raspberries and ponder over the cucumbers.) I told Andrew today when he asked to go see the flowers at Wal-mart that I wasn't sure it was a good idea. His daddy couldn't look and not touch:)
On the way to school, the toy electric piano blares previously recorded Christmas music and my head is already pounding. (Believe me, with the 15 unruly boys and 4 needy girls waiting ahead, this headache is just the beginning of a scorcher.) "Andrew," I say, "What are you going to play for the classroom?" He doesn't even pause and starts playing one of his songs as fast as he can until it practically blends in with the motor of the car---only louder. "No, Andrew, you need to play something else. Try Musetta," (--which is my favorite and suitably mellow for kindergarten ears.) "But I can't," he informs me, "I run out of music," which translates he can't play the bottom hand because he runs out of keys on his left hand. "Just play the top," I encourage, so he does beautifully and there, I think that problem is resolved ( at least until next Tuesday).
We take the toy piano into his Kindergarten teacher and she greets us with smiles and encouragement. She must be a very brave woman.
Seriously, Andrew is doing really well with his piano. If it is possible to be too proud of your own child, I guess I am guilty. I love to hear him play and I love to watch his eyes evaporate into that place in his imagination where moms and dads don't exist. Truly, his eyes do glaze over like he is in a trance. And I love to watch his little mouth as he concentrates and his tongue peeks through his lips--like it use to when he was a baby and was too fat and chubby in the cheeks to always keep his mouth closed. Sorry, this is really very sentimental stuff. It doesn't sound the same as it feels in my silly heart.
As for other news, Steven came home from school and immediately dove into lawn work--I have noticed that since the snow has vanished that his eyes have sort of glazed over into a sort of trance-like state too. I haven't noticed him poking his tongue through his lips in concentration too much, but, hey, summer isn't here yet:) He is entirely lost to me once things start to grow. (Once home from school it is off to the garden to peer at the tomatoes and peek at the raspberries and ponder over the cucumbers.) I told Andrew today when he asked to go see the flowers at Wal-mart that I wasn't sure it was a good idea. His daddy couldn't look and not touch:)
2 comments:
I love your background! It is so cool! - Kjerstin
Hi Maria, I can't believe I found your blog. I got a little misty eyed when I saw Andrews pictures and what a big handsome boy he is now. I miss you guys, and treasure all the memories I have of you guys fondly. Thanks for being there for me helping me. Brandon still remembers Andrew and mentions him ALL the time. What an awesome kid! Miss you. Sally Dees
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