So, I just had to re-watch that video four more times ... because my 7-year-old walked over when he heard it playing the first time and wanted to learn the "steps."
Yay!--another addition to the incentives arsenal I use to encourage him to practice his piano.
Maxine, if my son were to grow out his hair, it would be a deeply scary thing. He's got every single solitary cowlick that his dad has, and the exact same-shaped head. We know how that'll turn out (yet I tried last year, just to see). He'll just have to sit this trend out a few more years.
For all you know, Althouse's kin have similar issues, or other compelling reasons that transcend mere trends.
Professor A: Your grandnephew looks like a fun little kid! He and his dad seem very proud of each other.
I hope being an aunt for you is like being a grandmother: You get to have fun without much worry. It's also great to spend some time with kids if you haven't done it in a while. We get so used to our adult existence, that we forget there are all kinds of other worlds out there.
As an older parent, I am grateful the kids came along when they did. My two favorite ages are the late preschool years (4 and 5), and the age my youngest is now (10, going on 11).
At the first age, they are through the chaos of toddlerdom, potty training, etc. They are aware and fresh and eager for the world.
At the second age, they are mature kids. They've seen it all as a child, and they are increasingly sophisticated and mature. They are on the edge of something, but they're still pre-puberescent, still kids—a fun age to be around as an adult.
Then there's the moody teenage years, but wanting to keep this comment positive and cheerful, I think I'll stop now.
"Rondo a la Turca." 3rd movement of Sonata No. 11 in A maj., K331. I play the damn thing.
Never put up a blog comment when you are about to rush out the door to buy that last-minute school supply at Staples with 5 minutes until closing.
Also that is F.A.O. Schwarz in NYC, which we have unfortunately never visited. The kids know the now-defunct store in San Francisco, but they could never be persuaded to try the one in New York. We do the Toys 'R' Us in Times Square.
My wife tells me that keyboard was in the Tom Hanks movie "Big." I never saw it, not liking Tom Hanks. My wife went to high school with him, and knows every minute of everything he has ever done.
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23 comments:
You're not allowed to wear shorts in pro golf -- not men's anyway.
So, I just had to re-watch that video four more times ... because my 7-year-old walked over when he heard it playing the first time and wanted to learn the "steps."
Yay!--another addition to the incentives arsenal I use to encourage him to practice his piano.
You do know that 6, and 7-year-old boys are growing out their hair:
http://www.tmz.com/2007/05/30/celine-and-her-son/
Why must every member of the Althouse family chop off his/her hair????
Something no one's brought up yet: all the nostrils on this blog.
Celebrity moms are letting their sons' hair grow long. Kate Hudson's son, Ryder:
http://photos.ivillage.com/entertainment/starsnapshots/2006/12/kate_ryder.html
Cindy Crawford's son, Presley:
http://dailyblabber.ivillage.com/entertainment/archives/2007/08/cindy_crawfords_daughters_are.html
I think it's adorable. I wish Althouse would get with the trends!
Maxine, if my son were to grow out his hair, it would be a deeply scary thing. He's got every single solitary cowlick that his dad has, and the exact same-shaped head. We know how that'll turn out (yet I tried last year, just to see). He'll just have to sit this trend out a few more years.
For all you know, Althouse's kin have similar issues, or other compelling reasons that transcend mere trends.
Maxine: What effect can I possibly have on the length of my grand-nephew's hair?
That's not the reason, and you all know it.
Y'all don't let your sons' hair grow out because you're afraid they'll turn gay!
Haven't you noticed that I never talk about people I meet off-blog.
Well no, I haven't.
Maxine:
4:40 p.m. Nonsense.
4:42 p.m. Way, way out of line.
My 7-year-old has a better sense of boundaries than you do, by a long shot.
Whether your facts are right or not.
Professor A: Your grandnephew looks like a fun little kid! He and his dad seem very proud of each other.
I hope being an aunt for you is like being a grandmother: You get to have fun without much worry.
It's also great to spend some time with kids if you haven't done it in a while. We get so used to our adult existence, that we forget there are all kinds of other worlds out there.
As an older parent, I am grateful the kids came along when they did. My two favorite ages are the late preschool years (4 and 5), and the age my youngest is now (10, going on 11).
At the first age, they are through the chaos of toddlerdom, potty training, etc. They are aware and fresh and eager for the world.
At the second age, they are mature kids. They've seen it all as a child, and they are increasingly sophisticated and mature. They are on the edge of something, but they're still pre-puberescent, still kids—a fun age to be around as an adult.
Then there's the moody teenage years, but wanting to keep this comment positive and cheerful, I think I'll stop now.
Wow, old school Dance Dance Revolution.
Yeah, Beethoven meets DDR. Looks pretty cool. My oldest loves DDR and is a pretty good piano player. You couldn't get him off it.
Too bad this contraption costs...uh...$200,000-something?
Well, Mozart meets DDR anyway. I ♥ that contraption. Too bad, indeed.
Jonah: "Haven't you noticed that I never talk about people I meet off-blog."
Do you really "meet" members of your own family?
Duh! Of course Mozart. How embarassing.
"Rondo a la Turca." 3rd movement of Sonata No. 11 in A maj., K331. I play the damn thing.
Never put up a blog comment when you are about to rush out the door to buy that last-minute school supply at Staples with 5 minutes until closing.
Also that is F.A.O. Schwarz in NYC, which we have unfortunately never visited. The kids know the now-defunct store in San Francisco, but they could never be persuaded to try the one in New York. We do the Toys 'R' Us in Times Square.
My wife tells me that keyboard was in the Tom Hanks movie "Big." I never saw it, not liking Tom Hanks. My wife went to high school with him, and knows every minute of everything he has ever done.
Is that the Heights Cafe?
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