The Music Studio

Now to move it all to the basement, and not in my living room!!!

ADDENDUM:  Post-move to basement!!

My Favorite Gift

From one Mr. Colby Aho

Translation, for those who can't read his writing:

PSST:
Dear People who raise me.
Hello, Parents!  Time for your secret Christmas card (oh!  spooky!).  Well in this card I"m here to congratullate (sic) youu on raising and dealing with me! (only 6 more years to go!)  Now i'm not a perfect child but I'm close!
From that one kid that you raised.

Oh, my heart!!

Quinn's GRIT award

The Schmoozer

Quinn knows how to schmooze.  He's turned it into an art form.

The boys had been irritable and mean to their sister one too many times on the car ride home from gymnastics tonight, and mama got mad.  "We're supposed to be KIND to each other.  We're TEAM AHO. And you guys are constantly jumping down her throat."

Reagan ended up in tears, and it wasn't a happy ride home.  Mama was irritated enough at this episode of crabbiness, that when she got home, she removed a present with each of the boys' name on it from under the tree.

"You may earn these back when you show KINDNESS to another HUMAN BEING."

Quinn, about 30 minutes later, came up to me.

"Mom, I have this dollar in my pocket.  Now, I'm not saying that I'm going to buy my present back.  I'm just saying... if I put this dollar on the table, and it disappears, and suddenly my present RE-appears, well... we're all happy.  And, after all, isn't me giving you a dollar KIND of me?"

Stinkin' kid.  He knows how to make me laugh. 

I'm a dollar richer, and there seems to be a present or two back under the tree. 

Pronunciations, part 2

While in Petoskey for robotics, Colby was in the front seat, reading Google maps on my phone as navigator.

C: "Mom, up here there's a restaurant called McDonald Doctor."
M: "WHAT?"
C: "Look for the restaurant called McDonald Doctor!"
M: "Are you sure we're looking for a restaurant and not a street?"
C: "Man, there's a lot of doctors in this town.  No wonder they're so rich here."
M: "How do you know there's a lot of doctors by looking at a map?"
C: "Because every street name is followed by dr!"

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  That would be "drive", Colby man.  McDonald DRIVE.

Later, as we were driving around, he was looking at the churches we were passing, and said the following:

C: "ESPICAPALIAN???  What the heck is THAT?  And Presbydarian?  They sure have weird churches here!"

Oh, Colby.  Have you never seen the words Episcopalian and Presbyterian spelled out??? 

I'm a little worried.

The Close Encounter With the Treadmill

Quinn, in the midst of his parkour-like daily existence, got himself stuck between the wall and our new treadmill.  While it was running.  Which led to a pretty nasty friction burn on his left elbow!  YIKES.  We are in the process of trying to heal it without the benefit of official medical care.  We shall see if this plan works or not.  We shall see. 

Pronunciations

We were in the car, driving to robotics, when Reagan noticed that Shopko was having a flu-shot clinic.

Reagan: "WHO would go to Shopko for a SHOT?!?!?!"
Mom: "Anyone who wants to be immunized!"
Quinn: "Mom.  You said that wrong.  It's not immunized.  It's immuninized."  That's how he said it.  I-muhn-ni-nized.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.  That's probably the first time he's ever said or heard that word out loud, and it didn't quite sound like it did in his head!!