On a nice Texas Day, which we have plenty, I have the kids walk to and or from school. After school Reagan and I take scooters up to meet them. I fold one up and let it wack my leg as I ride up on my sons scotter. Reagan....well is 20 feet ahead! That kiddo is fast on a scooter...she's only four?
I will say, I have learned that scooters are definitely for kids. Cause the adult weight makes every crack in the side walk a chore! That thing jolts and you feel like you are going to fly forward over the handle bars.
But nevertheless, anything for the kids! Right? Well after today's 30 minutes of cardio on the step mill the scooter ride today was a battle. Normally I go thru several neat positions to hit my legs. But today it was one, two, three pushes and glide. When we hit the steep hill I nearly died. Poor Reagan yelling back "come on Mom". I am so glad she knows to wait at the corners for me, she turns around and comes back for me too! Well, no other story to that, just that it hammered in my poor leggies. Maybe tomorrow we will all just walk.
The recorder...do you all remember back in school when you learned how to use the recorder? They would pass them out and you would hand them back in at the end of class?? Well, I coulda sworn I was older that 8. I knew I was in trouble when my son told me we had to go out to buy a recorder for school. So, yesterday evening we went. Low and behold they were on sale. So, my daughters asked for one too. All I could think about was that blistering high noted sound when you don't hit the right key. Thank God for common sense, I pulled the dad card..."you ask dad and if he says yes, we can come back". Wow, it actually worked!
Since yesterday that thing has been heard from wake til leaving in the am for school, to walking til we ran into each other for the scooter exchange...I got to hold the recorder and walk home with it today. Yeah! But, the minute I walked up the driveway my son ran out to me and took it back. I thought I was going insane if I heard Mary Had A Little Lamb one more time!
I felt an instant sorry for my parents. My brother was a lousy trumpet player. And I played the French Horn for five years! I would also play the piano for hours on end on the weekends.
Ugh.. mom, dad, I am so sorry.
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Oh my I have tears in my eyes laughing about the recorders. I still have mine that we got in England when I was 7. I also remember very clearly playing then in Mr.Lambs class in gr.6 were you in his class with me, I can't remember? As for the French Horn, you were pretty good. Think of my poor parents with the cello, they never got to hear the melody, just the background :(
ReplyDeleteAnd we just got J a scooter, so I may have to try it out ;)
Go for it Anna...the scooter is killer!!
ReplyDeleteI was in Mr. Miles Class. But that is when it started...
As for my French Horn playing...thank you for the compliment, but Claire Netherton was waaaayyy better than me!
I thought you were in Mr.Miles' class as I remember being Mrs. Smith's class with you (I think she was the first teacher to inspire me to want to dress in heels).
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