She'll be part of this cute class for one more year (LPM is a three-year program in which children are taught music theory with voice, bells and the piano, in such a playful way they have no idea they're building a tremendous foundation for vocal and/or instrumental performance.)
Next year, Eliza will write her own original song on the piano, notate it with her teacher's help, and perform it at the year-end recital. Are you raising an eyebrow like I did? When I heard this was the goal, I thought, Really? There's no way. At age 7, write their own piece?
Eliza after the recital, toting her tin can of goodies.
Yes, I think that's a good plan.
I hadn't had Cindy in mind, but now that I'm googling her character, there is a likeness... isn't there?
Ali chose a striped shirt, striped socks, and a yellow floral print dress. Lovely together. And the flower clips made the perfect accent.
Sunday we celebrated Doug's mother. Invited her over to be "Queen for the Evening." We made her favorite foods, decorated with her favorite colors, bought her favorite flowers, and the girls crowned her with a home-made tiara...
She wore the tiara all night. Now that's devotion to the princesses of your court.
She makes you feel like whatever you bring to the table (literally and figuratively) is enough. Perfect just as it is. Couldn't be better. And considering last week's post, that is quite an attribute. I admire Renae very much.
They will be leaving on an LDS mission this year, destination still unknown. And I've told her, "You know no one is going to miss you more than me, right?" Believe me, it's true. I've relied heavily on Renae these past three years. And she has always come willingly, so I can make a hair appointment, take one set of twins to the doctor, run some errands that have piled up for weeks. She is a Saint. Through and through. A true lady. And I love her dearly.
I think the pictures tell all.
Dancing in the living room is one of our favorite traditions.
The kids especially love it when Doug walks them along the ceiling.
And Poppa Jim? He can jitterbug with the best of them.