Yawn.
Because I have very little energy, I'm just gonna say these few things, and then I'm off to bed:
Bard, Houdin and Monet started piano lessons yesterday. The lessons were great. The piano teacher was very down-to-earth, friendly and helped each child adapt to his/her individual level and interest. She told us that it was wonderful to "be able to teach such a musical family," and that the children knew enough about reading music that it was like "starting in third grade instead of kindergarten." That was very encouraging.
Getting out of the house to GET to the piano lessons was NOT so encouraging. For some reason, my sons seem to think, "Time to go" means, "Wait until you're in the car to remember that you have no underwear on, that you can't find the music you wanted to learn, and that you're wearing the shoes the dog devoured." This is even with three hour, two hour, one hour, half-hour, fifteen minute and five minute reminders.
Sigh.
They may never be able to leave the house without embarrassment, but at least they're musical.
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