Simon is five, and he just read this music and played it on his recorder. I know it’s absolute beginner material, but he did it (with great time, by the way) and I am super proud right now!
He’s done some basic music at school and mostly knows a quarter note from a half note. Tonight he found his recorder and this book and wanted me to tell him about it. I think it’s a first for him to be playing a wind instrument with breath control, articulation, and reading the whole thing top to bottom. He was really proud of himself!
I asked him if he would be able to tell his music teacher this week, and he said “but you’re my music teacher.”
Simon goes to St. Jude with me sometimes on the weekend. We “work” in my office, we have lunch at the cafeteria, and we look at the sights. It gets us out of the house, and I hope it gives him perspective on what Dad does and why he does it.
Last month, he was using his binoculars on the drive to campus, searching for treasure on the side of the road. We didn’t find any, but it was fun talking about it.
When we visit, we usually stop by the famous statue of St. Jude Thaddeus at the entrance of the patient care building. He’s really tall, he has big toes, and sometimes we tickle them for fun.
On this particular day, it turns out someone had left a quarter at the feet of the statue. We’d just been looking for treasure, and we found some! Awesome, right?!?
Simon looked at it for just a second and said, “Dad, we need to leave this treasure here for the kids.”
Simon was hard at work at his table a few nights ago, banging out repeated notes on an old musical instrument from when he was a baby, a xylophone/celeste combo thing (with a really out of tune sixth scale degree that has always bothered me, but let’s move on.)
He was also scribbling on his paper with some markers, which I thought was an odd combination. He usually focuses a bit more when at his table, so I had a closer look.
He was making up a tune, and writing it down in his own simple notation system. All by himself. He saw me reading an old 1970’s music copying handbook the other night (let’s move on), but this was all him.
He’s five, he is awesome, and I am a super proud dad.
I finally upgraded to OS X 10.10 on my trusty work MacBook Air, after sticking with 10.8 because I’m just too busy and dependent on my laptop to do without it for the upgrade.
(By the way: When you work at place like I do, you don’t just update your own OS; you have lots of security related tools involved and you leave it to the experts, per both policy and pragmatism.)
So anyway, I wondered in a waiting room today what it would take to get the fancy Instant Hotspot feature to work with the iPad I also carry around. Turns out, you just select the iPad from the WiFi list, then magic intarnet happens. Huh, that was easy. Nice!
Now I just need 10.10.4 so Molly can print reliably at the house, since that whole situation appears to be suffering from the discoveryd madness.