Her first day in Ms. Susan's Class.
(This is technically a picture of the SECOND day of school—I had to co-op in her class the first day and I was a bit frazzled getting out the door. Oh well.) For whatever reason she was not paired with any friends from her class last year, and I’ve been so proud of how well she has made friends and settled in. She is the only kid in her class who can read—her teacher said she loves having a reader in class so that she can inspire the other kids to follow. Go Ella!Her first violin lesson.
Ella has taken up Suzuki violin. Because the parent is highly involved in the Suzuki method, I have also acquired a violin to help in our practices each day. Being a pianist this is all new to me. I’m looking forward to learning and hoping that this sticks with Ella. I do keep thinking about sustaining this for the next 12 years multiplied by our additional children who will take music lessons. Am I really up for this? Any advice out there for getting your children through years of music lessons? A friend told me the other day that she told her kids they could stop piano any time they wanted—they’d just have to stop eating, too.Her first pedicure. 
She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. I have painted her toenails numerous times, but even Ella can tell the amateurs from the professionals. She found the brightest pink in the salon.
Her first time getting her finger slammed in a door. 
Seems to be one of those childhood rites of passage. We went out to eat on Friday and she was playing up next to the front door of the restaurant. I watched in slow motion as a customer left the restaurant and Ella’s finger got caught in the hinge side of the door as it closed. The rest of the evening consisted of screaming, crying, whining, and whimpering-- with the use of tissues, bandaids, ice, the boo-boo buddy, cold washcloths, blankies, stuffed animals and many books. Really, where does this tendency for dramatics come from?
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We both know that this one's the Caylor gene. Since Bowcut genes have been blamed for everything from the size of our children's heads to any exhibition of an obsessive-compulsive tendency, it gives me great pleasure to say that. Smooch.
You commented! You DO love me after all!
I started my boys on the piano when they were in kindergarten. I have told them that they can quit when they are 12. I am confident that by then they will have an independent appreciation for what they are learning. If not, I will in fact let them quit (for a month). After that, they will endure until they graduate from college. I started off on the violin too. I couldn't stand it. Thankfully, my mom let me swtich to the piano. So maybe we do have to keep that in mind, that we can at least allow our children to switch musical instruments.
*I meant that they had to play until they graduated from high school, not college! Oops.
So cute! I can't believe that Ella can read! Wow, she is so young.
I am glad that Brian commented too. That way, I can show my husband that other husbands actually read their wifes blogs at times other than when they are forced to.
very fun. I like the image of Ella looking through the racks of nail color for the perfect pink...
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