Piano Man

My son has a keyboard that plays ten or twelve familiar children’s songs.

It has a mode that allows for full automation, playing the songs and lighting the corresponding keys with each note.

It also has a mode that allows for some participation, lighting the keys, but waiting for my son to hit them for the sound.

And lastly, it allows my son to simply play whatever he wants, without automated suggestion.

He has learned all of the songs.

Truth be told, he knew a few of them before he got this keyboard.

Twinkle, Twinkle is one that he worked out on his own, long ago.

He has a great ear and can usually plunk out a few notes of any simple tune he hears.

Today, in his weekly play therapy session, my son constructed a pretend keyboard out of blocks.

The psychologist said he was very committed, building out several octaves, with both black and white keys represented.

Next, he played those children’s songs, tapping the appropriate block keys and sounding the corresponding notes with his own little voice.

His psychologist was impressed.

I’m impressed too.  And relieved again.

My kid might be a musician!

Or a craftsman!

Or an engineer!

Or even a serenading flirt.  😎

But he’s going to be good at it, whatever it is.


Happy Friday!

P.S.  I didn’t forget…

Day Five 2010 Pumpkin Demise

Click to see the pictures up close.  :mrgreen:  I dare you.

P.P.S.  Did you get a good enough sense of

the child’s not-so-spectacular haircut in that photo?  😐

I tried to fix it.  It didn’t work.


A haircut, a walk and a woohoo!

Finally took the little boy for a haircut yesterday.

A bad haircut.

Timid pseudo-stylist (with no scissor skills) was paralyzed when my kid refused to let her bring the extra loud electric hair trimmer anywhere near his ears.

My kid is not cooperative.  He doesn’t always take directions.  I get it.  I do.

But really, stylist lady?

You work in a kid’s salon.  Difficult clients are the mainstay of your shop.  Don’t you know how to cut quickly and quietly with a deft hand and no buzzing blade of doom?

Annoying.  And not that cheap!

So yeah, I chased the child around all afternoon with my own deft hand and scissors.

I tried to undo or redo or just do what she had failed to, but it’s still uneven and way too long in spots.

It makes my eye twitch, but I’m not completely sure how to attack it myself.  I’m not a stylist either.

I’ll try to post a pic tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll have corrected it further by then.

Or maybe he will be bald.

We’ll see.

I went for a quick walk around the lake this morning.

It’s peaceful and close to my house and I forget about it all the time.

The walk is short, but the view is so beautiful that you can feel your soul being restored as you do it.

On Monday I’ll have to remember to bring a little bit of bread.

Sorry, duckies.

Next time!


Just hopped up to answer the phone before finishing this post.

It seems that the darned insurance company IS going to pay for my ginormously expensive orthotic shoe insert!


Well, what do you know about THAT?!


and I had just perfected my whine.

Happy Friday!  😀