I love music. All music. It's always playing in my office. Always on my radio as loud as it will go in the car. It's rockin' the kitchen when we are hanging. I have a bad habit of googling lyrics, as it drives me crazy if I don't understand the words. (I'm pretty famous for knowing all the words in a song as I'm singing in my angelic pitch.)
On Twitter, they have a thread of new music on Mondays - I'm always stumbling on new stuff I wouldn't have "discovered" otherwise.
The girls have also developed their own love of music. They sing and dance and make up routines and memorize lyrics to High School Musical and of course, Fergie. So awhile back, I decided to introduce the girls to artists I think they should know. Artists, that while they don't need to actually like, they need to appreciate their influence in their respective genre. So the girls have "New Music Mondays," too.
I think it would be sad if someone else "introduced" them to John Cash, Billy Joel, Elton John, Prince, Tim McGraw, 38 Special, Madonna, the entire 80's hair band line-up, Justin Timberlake, Bryan Adams, Mellencamp . . . you get the idea. So I've been doing it. We've compiled quite a list. For example, last week it was Michael Jackson. For obvious reasons.
But yesterday . . . it was the Beach Boys. Hello summer! I took them to the bookstore, and showed them how to find an album. (They are already quite educated on downloading music off the internet.) I showed them how to trace their little fingers across the names of the cd's. I taught them how to do a dance of victory when they find what they were looking for. I taught them how to properly open a cd case.
And then we opened up the sun roof and jammed out to "Fun, Fun, Fun."
And then we had to talk about what a T-Bird is - which is something I'm not 100% sure I understand. But we all know what a bummer it is when Daddy takes something away.
Next week? Tupac?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
New Beds
**** I just ordered two new toddler beds for Billy's. **** Yo. How cute is that going to be? God, I know.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Strawberry Fields . . . Forever
The "photographer" cut out the jam. There are 52 jars. That's right. 52. We were loco by the end. Oooooh the good times. Jess, if your jars are labeled "B" . . . I don't know what that's about. All I know is that all mine are labeled "G."
Jessie and Eddie Arrive Late for the Party
Late the night of the twins' birthday, Jessie and Eddie arrived back from Spain. We, now part of the regular welcoming committee down at the airport, were there to greet them . . . and drive their butts back home.
(June 7, 2009)
The Twins Turn Two!!
Possibly one of my favorite moments. The twins learned how to blow their noses into a tissue, and they are really good at it. However, that methodology doesn't work so much on a candle. Blow through your mouth girls . . .
Grace wanted a "dance" party for the twins, since they like to dance so much :)
The girls each got a four wheeler. Shane tapes the throttle down so they don't have to work so hard!
A double-decker pool - hellz yeah. Hands up, Baby, I own this slide.
The cousins at the pool. The twins are HUGE fans of the water - all the kids are.
And the big kids playing volleyball.
Oh My, My . . . .You've Got to Put on that Party Dress
June 7, 2009My beautiful babies on their second birthday.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Cause Grandma Is a Jet-Setter
It's so late. So very, very late. But here we are. Anxiously awaiting Joni and Grandma's plane. It's coming from Texas. We know that much. Where exactly is hard to say. So we wait some more.
Grace and Faith made this beautiful welcome home sign - Welcome to the USA!
Faith hold Joni's engagement ring. Safer bet than letting Justin hold it.
They finally arrive!!
Ahhhh, but Faith can't watch this crap happening.
We never make a scene.
June 4, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
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