Live- My wife is sick.
I don't like it.
I don't like it because there's still a bunch of stuff that she has to do that no one else can. I want to be able to take care of her and let her rest, but all the stuff she has to do, I can't do.
Things like...grading...watching the kids when I'm at work...breast feeding...
The kids got to do something really nice for her today though. They gave her a present. Sleep.
Today was probably the first time they have ever slept in in the morning. They made it until about 8:00am!
It was the first time that I've left for work and both kids have been sleeping.
I was really glad to see teachergirl in bed when I left. I know she hasn't slept well in about 2 years.
She deserved the almost 4 hours in a row.
Love- We recently had two teacher work days at work...because...where else do you have those?
The first one, I used to the fullest. I planned for approximately 7 hours. Not bad if I do say so myself.
Granted, I am a music teacher. So some of my planning was learning how to play Hava Nagila on the guitar and how to dance the Bele Kawe...But still, 7 hours is pretty good.
The thing I loved really happened in the second day. I got to actually play my instrument. I played the trombone and it was really good.
I love when you haven't played in a while and when you pick up the instrument, the slide doesn't need grease. I love it how the tone slowly gets more clear and mellow...how the lip slurs become more smooth and how, after you've made the best music you have in a long time, your top lip is swollen and you have a brass hickey.
One thing I really liked was learning a Cannonic Sonata from one of my books. I really liked it. I don't know why I liked it more this time than the other times I tried to read it...
It's probably a combination of me not hearing good musical music in a while and me actually trying.
Make Music- The music I have been listening to has mostly been at school...and in prep for the fifth grade performance coming next week! AHHH.
I was really worried this week until the full rehearsal we did today.
They sounded really good.
I don't know what it is about choirs but it always sounds better with more people. When every class but one sounds wobbly and weak in class, it apparently doesn't matter because as soon as you take those unsure singers and put them together, they sounds good.
Today, when they all sang together, I felt joy. I loved it.
Music. Rocks. Make some.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Since when is winning not enough?
Live: Kids can be really tiring... Enough said. You know what I'm talking about.
It does, however, give you the opportunity to grow, or become a heartless, raging doo doo head.
It feel like, even though the kids are using their baby telepathy to communicate and give us a hard time just to let us know who's really the boss, my wife and I are, using it to help change us into the parents and people we more want to be...
That's right, parents are people.
You're always assessing what is working and what isn't working and tweaking the processes a little every day. In that process your changing yourself and your habits and eventually, your very nature.
I think that's why raising children seems like it goes by so quickly.
I remember my time in the missionary training center. When I was there I was learning all day, every day. And when you're learning that much all the time, the days, for me anyway, seemed to take forever. It wasn't just the learning though, it was the huge anticipation of what was coming next.
When my kids are growing, from the time they're born, you are always looking forward to the next thing. You look forward to when they'll first smile at you, or for them to roll over, or to sit up, or walk, or sleep through the night, or talk or go to school so they can leave you alone some, etc. until the day comes when they're leaving...
and then all you want is for time to stop and back up.
Be where you are and be when you are.
Love: My girls are starting to play together. My oldest will talk to her sister and show her things she can do with the exersaucer and ask her how she's doing and what she's doing. She'll bring her toys to play with and try to share her strawberries. She'll tell her she loves her. Even in the middle of all the tiringness I talked about before, this stuff cuts through it all like katana through...well most things.
Make Music: Today I did some composition with my Kindergarteners and 1st graders. I got some foam hearts and put notes on them. Each group got 12 hearts and had to make 3 rows of 4 hearts to perform for the class. They did really well. It took a little for them to figure out how they were going to decide where to put them, but when they did, it was rolling. Once a group was ready, they did their lines for the class.
I also did games with 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grades. Every time I said "and whoever (insert action here) wins," some one in my class said "so what do we get?" Since when is winning not enough?
Just more tiring kids.
It does, however, give you the opportunity to grow, or become a heartless, raging doo doo head.
It feel like, even though the kids are using their baby telepathy to communicate and give us a hard time just to let us know who's really the boss, my wife and I are, using it to help change us into the parents and people we more want to be...
That's right, parents are people.
You're always assessing what is working and what isn't working and tweaking the processes a little every day. In that process your changing yourself and your habits and eventually, your very nature.
I think that's why raising children seems like it goes by so quickly.
I remember my time in the missionary training center. When I was there I was learning all day, every day. And when you're learning that much all the time, the days, for me anyway, seemed to take forever. It wasn't just the learning though, it was the huge anticipation of what was coming next.
When my kids are growing, from the time they're born, you are always looking forward to the next thing. You look forward to when they'll first smile at you, or for them to roll over, or to sit up, or walk, or sleep through the night, or talk or go to school so they can leave you alone some, etc. until the day comes when they're leaving...
and then all you want is for time to stop and back up.
Be where you are and be when you are.
Love: My girls are starting to play together. My oldest will talk to her sister and show her things she can do with the exersaucer and ask her how she's doing and what she's doing. She'll bring her toys to play with and try to share her strawberries. She'll tell her she loves her. Even in the middle of all the tiringness I talked about before, this stuff cuts through it all like katana through...well most things.
Make Music: Today I did some composition with my Kindergarteners and 1st graders. I got some foam hearts and put notes on them. Each group got 12 hearts and had to make 3 rows of 4 hearts to perform for the class. They did really well. It took a little for them to figure out how they were going to decide where to put them, but when they did, it was rolling. Once a group was ready, they did their lines for the class.
I also did games with 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grades. Every time I said "and whoever (insert action here) wins," some one in my class said "so what do we get?" Since when is winning not enough?
Just more tiring kids.
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