Composing

Colin, Evelyn and I played the piano for a while last night. The three of us snugly fit on the piano bench side-by-side and we are each delegated a section of the piano for freestyle jamming. Colin is usually The Designator of Things when it's the three of us. Oldest child present, and all...

He'd shout out a composition name and then we'd all have a go (together) at the piano in the style which seemed to suit the title. While the playing was certainly memorable (read: loud and raucous), the titles were really the best.

We started off with Thunderstorm and then moved on to The Rabbit Fell Into the Ocean and Was Gobbled By A Whaleshark.

We ended with My Uncle Has Been Eaten By A Badger. Hmm. Foreboding, to say the least.
I haven't warned my brother, yet. Maybe I should?!

14+ years too early

This afternoon Evelyn and I were sitting in the sun on the back deck. I'd just given in to painting her toenails... and then her fingernails. (Colin got a full set in purple, too!)  Then she stood up and stretched and said, "Mama? I want you to buy me a car. A car that I can drive."

I certainly expect each one of my kids to make this demand while they're still under our roof - it's one of the many demand/requests that every kid makes of their parent at some point. But, at exactly 2 years and 5 months old, this was waaaaaay earlier than I'd expected!

Happy End of Summer, readers. We're here and busy and very well. If you're checking in - thanks! If I've lost all 4 of my readers due to my 5 months of silence, then that's okay, too.