I guess the biggest event around here lately has been that Josh decided to pick up playing guitar. I must say, watching my almost painfully math-minded husband (the joyful math and physics minor...and in his defense philosophy too but you cant have 3 minors), anyways watching my math-geek hubs think thru music in math terms is quite entertaining. It's totally legitimate and all that- just also totally not the way I think of it.
Music was always more my territory before, since Josh could read music but not much other than that. I suppose I will just have to scoot over to make room for a new outlook. I'm totally excited about him learning, though. We are that creepy family that sings together in the evenings after dinner. Seriously. It's too idyllic to be believed, I can't believe I'm even admitting it here. But since my dreams of having a piano are getting nowhere fast, a guitarist in the house could be useful.
And the best news is that his teacher is not only the best guitarist I've ever met (and I dated quite a few guitarists, having a bit of a "thing" for them) but also a man with a true heart and talent for teaching. Thanks Johnathon, you are the best.
Zeke says, "dada, I didn't know you was a rock star!"
And for his part, Zeke has been busy making valentines. All of them for rock-star dada. Sorry grandma's. I would sneak you one but Zeke made me write DADA on them to be sure I was clear about who they were for. If it makes you feel better, I am chopped liver as well.
Mal has been busy pushing Zeke around on his tricycle. We've been kind of wondering when he will figure out that this is a lame deal for him and insist on getting a ride now and then himself. So far he is thrilled every time Z yells, "Baby! I need a push!!"
For my part? Writing and rewriting essays for this event. It'd be a lot simpler if I could just decide what I'm doing, then at least I'd only be writing and rewriting one, instead of 2. I've officially gone over the line of over-thinking it. Auditions are Feb 26th and Im pretty sure my usual stage fright will be over-ridden by the joy that at least then it will be over and I can never think about this again, lol. Josh who has had to listen to all 3 of my essays in various levels of completion several times, has been more patient then an angel. My only excuse is this is the first time I've written for anything other than a blog in 3 years. I decided to audition to prove to myself that I could, but I think I may be proving myself the opposite.