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.”

L is not for …

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L is not for lawn. It’s still 90% buried in the snow.

L is not for lawnmower. Sure, it might be spring. But here in Atlantic

No lawn here. Nothing to mow... move along now.

No lawn here. Nothing to mow… move along now.

Canada, Mother Nature likes to be temperamental. The snows didn’t start until February this year. Last year, it started in November and lasted until April. We got the same amount of snow as last year, just

over a 3 month period instead of 6. So I won’t be needing the lawnmower for another month.

L is not for ladybugs. See the above and you’ll understand why.

L is not for lucky or lottery. We won’t be winning it any time soon. Our last ticket had 2 out of 25 numbers. Not even close. Not even on the same continent as close.

L isn’t for any of that stuff. Here’s what it could be for…

L is for laughing. Who doesn’t like to laugh? Especially during ticklefests. Bang likes to crawl and lay on our lap and tell us, “run and tickle”. No need to chase him, he’s in our lap. So we tickle away until he tells us to stop. Then tickle again. Then stop. Then tickle again and on and on and on goes the game. Tickle me, don’t tickle me.

L is for lefties. Both boys are lefties. Crash eats, writes, and kicks with his left. This makes life interesting because this causes some of his numbers and letters to be backwards. No matter how much we practice with him 5’s, 6’s, S’s, g’s and a few other random letters still come out backwards when he writes. Bang will be the same because he does everything lefty; eat, write, throw, hit, and kick. Weird, because both DW and I do everything with our right.

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L is for loud. If it’s not their voices it’s their crashes and bangs. If it’s not their crashes and bangs it’s their games. If it’s not their games, it’s their music for their “dance party”.

L is for leaches. That’s what our two boys are. That’s how they get so much energy. They leach it off their mother an I. That would explain why we’re so low on energy and they’re so high.

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Bang on top of the snow bank this morning

My parents are going to be making a trip up this summer. They’re thinking of coming in August. I’m thinking this would be the best time because the snow should be gone by then. Even the boys are sick of the snow and they’ve loved winter and being outside. Now Bang wants a giant vacuum to suck up all the snow and make it summer. I don’t blame him.