Well, really it's early Sunday evening, but as I took a nap, it's seeming to still be afternoon.
I am sitting here thinking that I really should do a Sunday School entry, but don't know what to write, so instead, I'm going to tell you something different.
Right this moment, I am listening to my mr tutor little mr b a bit on the tuba.
"b flat, c, d, e flat, f -- now you need to do it with more confidence. what's the first note?"
little mr b knows the treble cleff, but that bass clef is a bit more challenging right now.
We're looking forward to the umpas coming soon.
my mr played the trumpet and the drums.
little mr b's experience is piano
and he tried out for all state choir, even though the only experience he has singing is from church (and at home-but all our singing is silly and would not have prepared him for that).
He didn't make the it, but a lot of other boys chose to try out & I think some of them made it.
He's started football training camp.
Our fall has started.
The girls didn't want me to come with them to look for school clothes.
The boys aren't getting any.
(Until it gets closer to cooler weather. I don't get their long pants or schoolish shoes until it's time for the weather to turn, because every time I have, they grow out of the new before they even get a chance to wear them. And little mr b will just rip holes in the knees on the third wear, so really-I'm conserving, right?)
"e flat, e flat, come on, you're guessing. e flat is first valve. e flat is what?"
I am thankful that my mr is a part of the kids' lives.
He used to not be so much.
Life used to be harder for us.
It's much better now.
"bom, bom, bom. bom, bom, f, e flat, d, c, b flat."
little mr j can swim now. He still kind of scares me, but I think if he fell in, he most likely would be able to get himself out.
He starts preschool in three days, or if you count hours-it's less than 72.
I did not get a sunburn this summer. My daughters did.
They also found some great deals at a consignment shop.
~Insert real tuba noises here~bom, bom, bom, bom, bom
"Put this back in the case and go ask your mother if we are going to have dinner now. Close the lid and shut it up. Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom."
Guess I'm on.
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