Dropping the Average Age of the Church Choir

I thought I would write about how I sunburned my scalp today because the sun is a bastard. I mowed this morning and went to the park this afternoon, all without a hat. Bad mistake when you’re bald. It’s wasn’t warm today, so I never gave a hat a thought. 

I thought I would write about the history of Victoria Day, which is today here in Canadaland. It’s why there was no school today, too. However, I don’t want to sound like Professor Flitwick, so I refain from the boring history lesson. 

I thought I would write about how one TV/phone/internet company wanted us to switch to them and they offered a really good price to do so. So we did. Then our current provider called us to ask if price was the only reason we were switching. When DW told them, “Yes,” they offered to drop our rate to the competitors rate AND add in few extra channels. HBO. Some movie channels. We’ve all played that game, though.

I thought about doing the Grr to Great post that Eli- the Coach Daddy did, and I will, just not today. 

I want to share with you something that makes us parents proud – our kids willingly going to church. We aren’t overly religious people. We just attend church every Sunday. We don’t go ’round preaching the Word of God, or anything. We’re just trying to stay outta Hell. 

One Sunday, many weeks ago, as we entered church, DW told Bang to go pick a seat for us. He chose the very front row. You know, the pew reserved for those who show up late. Fortunately, we were off to the side and not dead center. It was where he could see best, though. DW and I were instructed by the littlest one to not sit with him. We were to sit behind him. 

Well, excuse me, Mr. Too Cool For Mom And Dad.

Weeks of this go by. Then it comes time for First Communion and where does Bang sit that morning? Front and center because he wanted to sit near the first communion kids. We allowed him because, thankfully, no one else minded. 

He has sat there every Sunday since. His brother and parents still sit in “their spot” (think Sheldon Cooper) while Bang goes to sit front and center by himself. At our church the words to the songs are projected on to the wall behind the choir. Bang would read the words and sing his little heart out over there in front of the choir, which consists mostly of retired women and couple men. They loved him – sitting in a pew by himself, singing away, ocassionally glancing over at his parents to see if we were watching him. I’m pretty sure he was flirting them, too. 

Then last week after church he asked us if he could sit with the choir! We said sure, as long as it was okay with them. Yesterday, he took his usual seat front and center. Once he saw the choir congregate he made his move. He came back to us to ask our permission. I’m guessing the choir ladies had said sure, as long it was okay with mom and dad. He went back to them and took his seat with choir, looking out at the congregation, beaming. One of the ladies handed him a hymnal and showed him the words and he sang and sang and sang. Some of the songs he knew by heart from having sung them so many times already and didn’t need the big book of songs. He’s already looking forward next Sunday.

It made us proud to see him up there singing. Hopefully, we’ve showed him anything is possible if he just tries. 

What made us just as proud as him singing with the choir was him reading the words to the songs. 

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Sing Loud, Sing Proud

There is something about a group of kids singing that gets me every time. I love it. Last night was no different.

Crash is in the school choir. Tonight was their final performance of the year. Five other schools performed as well. Roughly 300 kids participated in this musical endeavour. It was an awesome concert and there was definitely a vast amount of work put into it.

Crash was dropped off at the doors at 4:45. He then had a final rehearsal, supper (pizza) then prepared to perform.

Meanwhile, back home, DW, Bang, and I shovelled supper into us and got to the school at 5:20. The doors didn’t open until 6, but already there was a crowd waiting to get in. This event was a big deal. Bang stood with us for 40 minutes and was well behaved. It could have gone either way, really.

Then we had an hour of sitting and waiting for the 7 pm concert to start. 7 pm is usually when the boys head up the stairs to get ready for bed. A little Candy Crush kept Bang and I entertained  for a while. Until we ran out of lives, anyway. Then we practiced our selfies.

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I think we’re getting pretty good at this!

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Then mom jumped in on the action!

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Showtime!

Normally, I wouldn’t post photos to the blog with other people’s kids. I think I’m okay with this one because you can’t identify anyone in this bright, blurry photo. This is just Crash’s choir. When the other schools joined in they took up the whole stage and spread from auditorium wall to auditorium wall. They sang loud. They sang proud.

We were certainly proud.

“Did I earn another mini-figure?” was asked on our way home afterwards.

“Yes. You performed well.”

“I get one, too!” his little brother responded.

“Yes. Yes you do. You were well behaved for the 3 hours this thing took place.”

Jingle All the Way

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If you’re going to jingle you might as well jingle all the way. And that’s exactly what the kids at Crash’s school did earlier this week. Each class from grades primary (kindergarten if you’re in the States) to 5 performed two songs for their Christmas concert.

It did start with a bit of a fiasco, though. No concert would be complete without one. However, this fiasco occurred at home. The morning of the big performance and we find out that Crash has no dress pants. Or, at least, none that fit. So he tried to go to school in gym clothes!

Nice try, chach.

So we won the battle and got him to wear jeans and a white button up shirt with this Santa tie.

After I dropped off DW (aka Mom) at school, I took Crash and Bang to Wal-Mart to see if we could find dress pants and better button up shirt. We were in luck! However, the pants were four inches too long. Pants either fit him in the waist or the length. Never both.

So I get the pants and shirt and drop the kids off at their school (a different school than Mom’s). And dash home like Rudolph with his tail on fire. I turn the pants inside out, roll them up four inches and use a magical thing called “stitch witchery”. It for those of who can’t, or in my case, don’t have time to sew. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s basically iron on glue tape. So essentially I glued his pants up instead of actually hemming them.

Anyway, with his pants now the right length, I drive back out to school to give them to him. He changed while I was still there so I could make sure I did it right. Naturally, I did. Mark one in the books for dad.

They had a matinee performance in the afternoon – that’s the show Nanny and Pop went to see. After school, we heard that he sang loud and proud. Nanny and Pop were proud of him. Then Crash says to me, “My friend and I are doing something hilarious at the end of Hip Hop Elf. Want to know what it is?”

“NOOOO!” Just like his mother, we’d rather wait and be surprised.

He’s also in choir. So not only did he have his two songs to learn for his class’s performance, but also a fifteen minute performance to learn for choir as they kicked off the whole night of performances with a medley of Christmas songs.

Once upon a time, Crash was too shy to be up on stage. It’s so nice to see him coming out of his shell. He wanted to do a duet with a friend, but I guess it didn’t work out this year. That’s a HUGE step for him!

We got to the school early that evening so we could be one of the first in line. DW held the tickets and told me, “I’ll give them our tickets, you go get us seats up front.” It reminded me door buster Black Friday sales you always hear about. Everyone rushing and scrambling for good seats. Or perhaps it’s what will be happening at the opening of A Force Awakens.

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We get our seats.
The choir enters.
Crash finds us and waves frantically.
We wave back and he takes his spot on the riser and the concert is officially under way.

 

The Hip Hop Elf was a rap about Elves and point ears and pointy toes. It was super cute, of course. Then we get to see his and his friend’s “hilarious” thing at the end of Hip Hop Elf he had tried to spoil for us earlier.

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Elf Thugs