The drummers came from Seattle for our summer reading program event. What an opportunity for Evyn and Ian! They both had a chance to play these amazing taiko!
http://youtu.be/CsYdwzYfoX4
Evyn has now asked if he could please have a taiko for Christmas ... oyvey!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Rewind Back in Time - 20th Year Celebration
I am going to attempt to post only the couple videos I was able to take with my phone while "playing" stage manager this past week. These were all taken last night (closing night).
Simply Irresistible was performed by Just For Kick's Senior Performance Team. It was choreographed and directed by mother/daughter team Jen and Taylor Scott. Amber is wearing pink, 2nd row (middle when it starts), 2nd from right.
Just click on the words below and it will take you to the video. May want to pause it to let the buffer fill before starting so you can watch it straight through without it stopping.
Simply Irresistible
Hey Ricky was performed by Ethan and Amber's tap class. It was choreographed by the studio owner, Tanya Bleil-Johnson. Amber is second in from the left. Of course, they all look exactly the same!
Simply Irresistible was performed by Just For Kick's Senior Performance Team. It was choreographed and directed by mother/daughter team Jen and Taylor Scott. Amber is wearing pink, 2nd row (middle when it starts), 2nd from right.
Just click on the words below and it will take you to the video. May want to pause it to let the buffer fill before starting so you can watch it straight through without it stopping.
Simply Irresistible
Hey Ricky was performed by Ethan and Amber's tap class. It was choreographed by the studio owner, Tanya Bleil-Johnson. Amber is second in from the left. Of course, they all look exactly the same!
Back in March/April, Tanya asked the three boys if they would meet with Ryan Posey and learn Smooth Criminal. Their friend, Jonathan joined them, and the four boys had a crash class on this piece. It was so fast and difficult. From what I understand, this particular number has been done quite a bit over the years. The one dancing closest to the camera is Ryan, who choreographed it for them this year.
A few weeks prior to recital, Christine Luders, the ballroom teacher, asked Evyn, Ethan, and Amber if they would do the East Coast Swing number, Crazy Little Thing Called Love. They would be dancing with the team. Christine used a couple of the other older kids from the teen class, too, who had done the number the year before. (It was being done because it was part of the anniversary celebration.) So, in about a day's time, Ian taught Evyn the moves, and then he picked up the rest at practices.
And that is all I have in videos from backstage. Enjoy :)
Saturday, June 9, 2012
To Graduate or Not to Graduate, That is the Question
All these graduation pictures on Facebook ... and all our poor boy gets is a shove out the front door and a hug when he reenters. No gown, no mortarboard hat, no rolled up piece of paper with his name on it, no "Pomp and Circumstance" or cheers from a crowd. But, I couldn't be any more prouder of his hard work and determination. As far as homeschool goes, he is done and graduated in my eyes. I will no longer be teaching him at home. (Granted, he still has a couple more weeks to wrap up his KONOS studies and his mathematics.) However, in the eyes of the school district, he is a Junior in Running Start ... his education isn't quite over. Because of that, he is NOT officially a senior in their eyes. So, we will keep his studying going with small unit studies to earn his BSA merit badges. He'll walk again in two years, but then it will be with a bit more ceremony.
Friday, June 1, 2012
On a Creative Frenzy
Creating dragons - first an foremost is a dragon sock. I have the body. Not quite sure about the nose. May have to revamp that. I have also been asked to design a small Christmas sock for the yarn shop, as well as some other designs. They'd like to sell them at the shop! I don't know if I'm quite up to that. Debbie (Macomber) really likes my wee tiny socks, and she off-handedly asked me last December to maybe teach a couple classes at the shop. I'd have to use original designs, because the others are patterns I get as part of the Wee Tiny Sock Club.
That being said, the creative juices are brewing, but nothing has come to fruition yet.
That being said, the creative juices are brewing, but nothing has come to fruition yet.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Mother's Day Fingerless Mitts
I took a "formula" for making fingerless mitts and a couple pattern ideas from a book and began writing.
I finished knitting them on Mother's Day and got them into the mail Tuesday afternoon after sharing them with my friends at the local yarn shop during our Tuesday social knitting time. Mom got them in the mail today and is very happy with them and reports they fit very well (something I was a bit worried about when making them).
Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you :)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Where did my little boy go?
Where did my little boy go?
There was this little boy I used to know. He had dish-water blond hair with curls in the back, and he was the most interesting little man I'd ever met. He was logical, analytical, and overtly curious about everything. He was orderly, precise, and smart. For example, he would take books out of a bookshelf and line them up in size order across a room. He would remove storage containers from kitchen cabinets and line them up across the kitchen floor ... all in order. He would investigate odd things he'd find, like packed coffee cakes (for cappuccinos) ... and then taste them to see if they were good cookies. He would sip from cups, taste from plates, and push any buttons he could find. He would sit on the floor and investigate his toes, and search under sofas and beds. He would sit in a high chair, still unable to walk, but able to select a game and put it into a computer and press the right buttons on the keyboard to "Jump Start" and play.
Where did this little boy go?
He has grown up.
Now he has closely cropped light brown hair, with a quirky wave in the front and an occasional curl over the forehead. He is the most interesting young man I know. He is logical, analytical, and overtly curious about everything. He is no longer orderly, as his world surrounds his being, filling the space he occupies. He is precise in his studies, and extremely smart, amazing me with the knowledge he has garnered over the years. The books no longer sit neatly on a shelf, but lay in stacks around his desk and chair. No longer do the books lay in a simple line across the room, but lay helter-skelter wherever he sits, available to grab in any spare moment to be devoured by the still curious mind. He no longer removes containers from the cabinets to line them up across the floor, but pulls them out to mix, stir, and cook up meals ... storing those things which may remain as leftovers. He no longer occupies the middle of the kitchen floor playing with lids and spoons, but uses them in a creative way to prepare meals, snacks, and goodies for his family ... and helping in keep order in the kitchen. He investigates the great outdoors, enamored by frogs, birds, and fuzzy creatures. He investigates tidbits of information, delving into the world wide web of information on the computer, creating images, papers, and stories for himself. His creativeness extends past the computer into make-believe, music, dance, and art.
Where did my little boy go?
He grew up.
There was this little boy I used to know. He had dish-water blond hair with curls in the back, and he was the most interesting little man I'd ever met. He was logical, analytical, and overtly curious about everything. He was orderly, precise, and smart. For example, he would take books out of a bookshelf and line them up in size order across a room. He would remove storage containers from kitchen cabinets and line them up across the kitchen floor ... all in order. He would investigate odd things he'd find, like packed coffee cakes (for cappuccinos) ... and then taste them to see if they were good cookies. He would sip from cups, taste from plates, and push any buttons he could find. He would sit on the floor and investigate his toes, and search under sofas and beds. He would sit in a high chair, still unable to walk, but able to select a game and put it into a computer and press the right buttons on the keyboard to "Jump Start" and play.
Where did this little boy go?
He has grown up.
Now he has closely cropped light brown hair, with a quirky wave in the front and an occasional curl over the forehead. He is the most interesting young man I know. He is logical, analytical, and overtly curious about everything. He is no longer orderly, as his world surrounds his being, filling the space he occupies. He is precise in his studies, and extremely smart, amazing me with the knowledge he has garnered over the years. The books no longer sit neatly on a shelf, but lay in stacks around his desk and chair. No longer do the books lay in a simple line across the room, but lay helter-skelter wherever he sits, available to grab in any spare moment to be devoured by the still curious mind. He no longer removes containers from the cabinets to line them up across the floor, but pulls them out to mix, stir, and cook up meals ... storing those things which may remain as leftovers. He no longer occupies the middle of the kitchen floor playing with lids and spoons, but uses them in a creative way to prepare meals, snacks, and goodies for his family ... and helping in keep order in the kitchen. He investigates the great outdoors, enamored by frogs, birds, and fuzzy creatures. He investigates tidbits of information, delving into the world wide web of information on the computer, creating images, papers, and stories for himself. His creativeness extends past the computer into make-believe, music, dance, and art.
Where did my little boy go?
He grew up.
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