Maestro Colby Performing.... Dino Stomp

Piano lessons have been very hit and miss, so Colby is essentially teaching himself.  This is what he spent the last several days learning on his own...
For your auditory pleasure...

Allergies under Control... For the Moment

Colby's allergies have been under control .  We've been really strict about his diet.  Know how I realized that his sinuses finally cleared up?  He was blowing a train whistle with his nose.  Mr. Mouth Breather hasn't been able to do THAT for awhile ;).

Maybe No One Will Notice....

Mad rush getting the boys out the door to school today, as we all overslept a bit.  I set out the boys' clothes, and then dealt with the crabby daughter.  It's the school bake sale today, and I told the boys that if they hurried really REALLY fast and didn't miss the bus, they could each have a quarter to take with them to school.  Quinn got ready and in his snowclothes in record time.  I'm just now picking things up from the morning rush, and noticed... behold, there on the floor.... the clothes I had set out for him.  Apparently, he is wearing the same outfit he wore to school yesterday.  The same outfit he slept in last night, because we got home from cub scouts too late, and he was too tired to put on PJ's. 

I have no credibility as a mother whatsoever.  WHAT that school must think of this family!!

125 Million Years, Down the Tubes

In Utah this past Thanksgiving, we went to a dinosaur museum, where Colby bought a sand-dollar fossil.  A 125 million year old fossil.  I went to school today and cleaned out Colby's desk, where I found the fossil in 5 pieces.  It survives 125 million years, facing all that nature can throw at it, and then lasts two months with my seven year old son.  Yeah.  That's about right.

Documented for Posterity

Some day, when my Colby is a famous pianist and composer, we will look back fondly on this, his first song.  It's titled "My Invention Song" (Or rather - showing his creative genius -  "My Invechon Son").  He says it's kind of a spooky-feeling song, because of all the flats and sharps.  I haven't checked the "I like it" box yet, but I do.  Like it.

Turning EVERYTHING into a dirty joke

The boys were giggling.  You know - the sniggering, mischieveous "doing something you're not supposed to" snicker. 

Mom: "What are you guys doing?"
Colby: "Peanut Butter!"
Mom: "What's so funny about that?"
Quinn: "Get it, Mom?  PeaNUT BUTTer?"
Colby: "hee hee hee hee"
Quinn: "Do you think whoever invented peanut butter knew that there were TWO privates in the name?"

Mom: "Good grief."

Time Machine Part 2

Colby: "Mom, remember the time machine we invented yesterday?"
Mom: "Yeah"
Colby: "Well, it's totally easy.  Einstein invented one."
Mom: "In THEORY.  We don't have the technology to build a real one."
Colby: "We did."
Quinn: "Mom, I totally know how to do it.  All you do is get the longest, strongest rope ever, and wrap it around the whole world.  Then, you pull on it, and make the world spin BACKWARDS.  Then time would go backwards, too!"

HMMMMM. Interesting theory!


Colby: "We've also invented the fountain of youth."
Mom: "Really?  Please share."
Quinn: "Upstairs we found something you wrote when you were EIGHTYSEVEN, but you're really not that old."
Mom: "What??? "
Colby just showed me what they were talking about... a poem I wrote my grandfather, in 1987, that I signed "Monica - 87". 

((smile))