Sunday, Father's Day, Birthday

Lovely day.
The 10-year-old's piano recital (she did GREAT!),
plus Father's / Grandfather's day (we got him his favorite ice cream),
plus a sweet necklace from the 10-year-old, lots of cards, and cake with coconut frosting. (which we ate with the ice cream about 8 pm.)
-wendieO

Piano recital

The 9-year old had her piano recital today. Hurrah! It went well and now we can relax a bit. Since she chose the May recital rather than the June one, I warned her that she was in for several intense weeks of practicing. She even skipped her gymnastic class so that she could get an extra practice in.

She's so frustrated. She creates new pieces of music, but doesn't have the knowledge to be able to write it down. This year her created music is technically more intricate than last year's. See -- I told her -- the more you know about playing piano, the better your composition is.

Her other frustration is that she wants to add things to her assigned pieces, "because they sound better that way." True, they do sound better that way, but we insisted she play the pieces as written for the recital.

On another note -- the new kitten is more of a monster cat than ever. Attacking people, attacking food, and having nap attacks. What a life. -wendieO

Happy Mother's Day!

What a Mother's Day!

The 8-year old had made a beautiful bracelet that matched a necklace I owned already.
(This year's bracelet fits. I love it. Last year's bracelet was so large it falls off my hand.)

The 30 year old actually sent a Mother's Day card. (It's a record -- it's her first.)
The 35-year old had a safe trip home from France and remembered to send me a Happy Mother's Day e-mail while she was held over in Dover, having missed her connection to the San Diego Flight. (That'll happen when you make your reservations and the various flights forget about daylight savings time.)

The reason the 35-year old had to e-mail me?
Because the 8-year old was having her piano recital during the time she had her plane layover and she knew that I'd have my phone turned off.

The piano recital was lovely. What a relief that the 8-year old played her piano pieces straight -- without the additional frills she wanted to do. We've promised her that she can noodle around on the piano all she wants, now that the recital is over.

We won't talk about the pouring rain and the flood watch.
Nor the flow of fire engines (even one from Pennsylvania) that screamed their way past the recital hall, on their way to evacuate a smoke-filled nine-story building full of elderly people who had to be helped down the stairs and taken elsewhere overnight.

How was your Mother's Day?
-wendieO