Thursday, February 22, 2018

Flute, markers, and deception

I haven't been very good at documenting my adventures in parenting so I'll play catch up here. 

So way back in January Olivia had her first band concert at the middle school. She chose to play the flute and we made it clear that if you were going to take up an instrument you were going to play it all three years of middle school. 

To get our money's worth and all of that. 

True to her word, she practices daily. Excessively. If I had to imagine what the first gate of Hell sounds like it has to have the soundtrack of a flute to it. It's just... it grates on your nerves. Possibly the worst instrument ever for someone with auditory processing disorder, if we're being honest. 
 I remember way back at the beginning of the year the band teachers warned us it would sound like dying cats but by January we'd be able to identify actual sounds. True to their word, the first couple of months was ROUGH and I was worried she was actually going to fail band and I didn't know what they do for kids in that boat. 

But the day of the concert she came and she was so prepared. You can pick Olivia out as the kid clutching her hot pink band folder. We had to do her hair that morning, we had to go pick out a dress, Matt had to bring her to school because she didn't want her hair to get messed up. 

It really struck me how old she is. How we are so close to her being independent of me, closer to the time where she'll not need me as much. 
 They did so well and I found myself tearing up the entire time. I was so proud of her, of all of the kids, and I wish I had brought tissues. I went up to get a picture afterwards but had to wait because she was mobbed by other girls congratulating her on how well she did and how pretty she looked. I was only able to get a quick snap before she left us for her friends. 

And that's how it goes, isn't it? 

I am never left in that somber mood for long because inevitably, something happens to balance it out. 
 On this day, Lucy found markers. 
 Penelope encouraged her to put on "makeup". Thankfully it's washable and with some soap and mild scrubbing she was good as new. She's much better about the markers now. 
 I have to share this one because Penelope looks like the sweetest little thing here. What you don't know is that it was 9 p.m., two hours after her bed time, and she was telling me there were Bergens in her room. For those who have no idea, Bergens are from the movie Trolls and they are the bad guys, they eat trolls. I had to explain that no, no Bergens are in her room, and she started laughing and ran upstairs. It is never a dull day with this one. 

Being stuck in the house the majority of the week means I don't get out to the stores much so I've turned to online shopping to get what I can. It definitely has it's perks, the convenience is kind of great. If only I can get all of my groceries at a reasonable price, but I'm certain my mailman might kill me. 
 Because any given DAY it looks like this.  It's not MY fault that Amazon sends things in multiple boxes. I'd like to know how they make money from free shipping and sending stuff out in separate boxes, if we're being honest. But on this particular day Matt was actually home and greeted the mailman who says, "I see Sara's been shopping again." 


I had to tell Matt that I am dependent on mail as my only entertainment. So send me letters! Fun packages! Something. 

One of those boxes contained this beauty. A retro, hand turn mandolin! I bought it with a gift card I had gotten and I love it. 
I've only used it to cut potatoes for potato chips cooked in my air fryer, but I have an urge to slice all of the things. It's surprisingly soothing. What should I make?! It comes with three drums and can go in the dishwasher. I'm ridiculously excited about this entire thing. 

Alright, so that's a decent recap of life lately. Tomorrow I'll likely have another book review for you. Stay tuned. 


Lauren said...

I've never seen that mandolin before - yay for being able to easily slice things with it. I can see how that would kind of soothing. :)

Aw, that's great Olivia did so well at her band recital, but man, the beginning months when she was learning sound ROUGH!! I'd need some noise canceling headphones or something. haha


middlechild said...

Try having your girl learn the violin! She's 44 and I STILL have a headache.

Julie H said...

If you think a flute is annoying you should hear a trombone. Or a tenor sax. Good God that shit is loud.