Tickling the Ivories

If you haven't had the pleasure of sitting through a nearly 3 hour

recital of your children and a gazillion other children plodding through

their piano (or cello or guitar or recorder or....), then clearly

you haven't lived.

Obviously, the highlights for us were our children's performances (duh)/

Here's Greer singing Do Re Mi...

 and Holland playing two numbers...

 The girls' piano/voice teacher, Shaleese also performed.

Let's just say, she was a far cry better than the students.

She truly stole the show!  Watch for her name in lights someday.

 The girls each played the piano...

 and sang a solo.  They are much braver than I. *

 Once they were done with their parts... they (and several other children)

escaped to the great outdoors.  So wish we could've joined them...

 There was even a cute baby goat to play with...

(so let's see... 3 hour recital indoors vs. baby goat and toys outdoors? Hmmm)

 Kean loved the recital.

OK, really, he loved all the attention he got.

* I come from a very musical extended family.  When I was in college, I was asked to sing a duet at my cousin's missionary farewell in church.  We practiced and all was fine.  I have a pleasantly passable voice.  But come the morning of the performance, we went to do a final run through and I was so nervous, my voice was quavering out of control.

My Aunt (I won't name any names to protect her), gave me half a Valium.

And I have to say, the performance was a breeze-- no big deal.

But from then on, the joke in my family is that I have to be on drugs to sing in public.

Let's not tell Holland and Greer that story!