Well, as you can see, we are preparing for a Spring Piano Recital. If I had a dime for every spring piano recital I've ever participated in ... well, let's just say there'd be a lot more blogging and a lot less teaching of the present perfect progressive.John is playing no less than FOUR (4) numbers. I am accompanying him on TWO (2) of them. The fact that I'm involved in half of his show is somewhat disconcerting, but he agreed, nay, encouraged this, so I acquiesced. (I'm banking that the former information oughtta at least get 50% of the grandparents here. I'm preparing for the worst though: All of Them. If only they had made the effort to come for the Christmas recital then they wouldn't feel so pressured, but alas, it just didn't work out for either the maternals or the paternals... so they're probably right now making plans to attend, since there is a 1:45 p.m. baseball game on the Saturday before). I'm guessing (just guessing, which is altogether different from hinting) that both parties will make an attempt to be present.
After all, it is the FIRST grandson on both sides. And the ONLY daughter and daughter-in-law that either of them can claim. (Did I mention that I'm playing too as backup for the star? Not that it's a big deal, but I do have a cute, spring outfit lined up. CASUAL cute.)
In other news ... we (we?) have planned a fun weekend of
Let's see ... other important points ...
Tonight John wanted to play "Butt Finders" again (should I be worried?), but he compromised and decided just to tell me all about his new Lego invention. It is a "Jungle Safari Adventure Vehicle with seats for 30." There is one driver's seat. Apparently, the best part of the trip is that halfway through, you stop at a "mini-vending machine" and all the passengers get to pick one snack and one drink.
Sam's news is that he has developed an uncanny knack for earworms. This simultaneously steals my heart and annoys me. You see, Brian and I have forever had this ongoing argument about whether or not ALL people get earworms. I suffer horribly, but apparently he never gets them. Of course I endure numerous other mental illnesses, including, but not limited to nervous keyboarding (as in typing every word I hear, think, see, etc.), so I've learned to cope.
John seems to get both earworms and annoying words/phrases stuck in his head, which he repeats ad nauseum. He also whistles incessantly. Not tunes. I could handle tunes. These are basically just high-pitched noises emanating from the backseat. I know that he is just being a kid and that I should just encourage this sort of non-self-conscious behavior. But I.Cannot.Stand.It. I try to say something courteous like, "
But even that must come across to him as future-therapy-inducing Mamatalk.
Brian apparently has nothing repeating in his head except inappropriate comments and the desire to lick dinner plates.
But ...
Sam and I get earworms.
And lately Sam's earworm is "We Will Rock You" by Queen, which he, of course, learned from his esteemed elder sibling. He even does the "boom boom check" of the drums. I would video it, but my video camera has, once and for all bit the dust. This is tragic in only a late 20th/early 21st century sort of way. Us 1980's kids just don't know what to do if we can't "tape it," but we also realize that half the world is starving ("We Are the World," after all), so I'm trying to deal with it calmly.
In case you do not know this tune, I have posted a video link above, but even if you are quite familiar with the lyrics, I have copied them below because they are so wildly appropriate for my boys ... just imagine Sam and his right-side dimple, belting it out while his crazy Big Brother flails around making encouraging hand gestures:
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
We will
we will rock you
We will
we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man,hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
Y' big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will
we will rock you
We will
we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man, poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace, some
day
You got mud on your face
big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into yo' place
We will
we will rock you
Singin'
We will
we will rock you
everybody
We will
we will rock you
We will
we will rock you
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