. . . but math puns make me number!
Get it? Eh? Eh?
Yeah, it’s gloriously stupid. And I love it.
We had a variety of math puns on hand for my favorite fake holiday, Pi Day.
As per usual, we had S’mores Pie from Shari’s Diner (someday, SOMEDAY I will pick a different flavor. I make the same promise every year. And then pick the s’mores one once again. Never fails).
We also had the big chicken pot pie from Costco, which we ate while watching Donald in Mathmagic Land. This year, however, we were able to add the Norton Juster/Chuck Jones collaboration The Dot and the Line. The kids were finally old enough to appreciate all the puns. It was lovely.
The next day was the Ides of March, and appropriately enough, I had Piano Juries. Ack!
Bit by bit, I’m beginning to get over my performance anxiety, but it’s still a big problem for me. The week before, I played the same piece (Debussy’s “La cathedrale engloutie”) at the winter quarter student recital, and I totally nailed it!
But at Piano Juries, I found out that I was the last one on the program, and that was enough to psych me out. (Ha — I initially picked up a copy of the program and thought, “hey, I don’t see my name. Maybe I don’t have to play after all!” Then I remembered that paper has two sides.)
My left hand somehow forgot what to do during the opening measures of the music (why????). I was able to rally and finish the piece (I didn’t stop) but I’m still annoyed that I blanked after so many perfect performances at home. Oh, well. Onwards to Beethoven’s Pathetique sonata!
The kids didn’t have such problems with their performances the next day with the Seattle Children’s Chorus. The kids were performing in two different concerts, so Brian and I decided we’d each attend a different one. (They raised the ticket prices, and we couldn’t bring ourselves to shell out $100 for this.)
I got to go to Eleanor’s performance (Jeff missed the concert to do tech rehearsals for the high school musical). It sounded beautiful as always — I was sad that I didn’t get to hear Jeff sing “Rainbow ‘Round My Shoulder,” as it has really cool polyphony.
My only complaint is the Denny Lutheran Church where they performed — it’s beautiful (and a little smaller than other performance spaces, so it felt more intimate) but the women’s bathrooms had only one functional stall. You can imagine what intermission was like.
Once again, Eleanor’s choir dress aged her about 5 years. A great way to welcome spring!
Brian and I went out for date night that evening, and when we returned, we found that Katie and William made adorable leprechaun traps for St. Patrick’s Day. (I thought they had forgotten about this, but I was wrong. Luckily I had a few random gold-foil-wrapped candies lying around.)
William’s trap was basically an impossible-to-enter-box that he dared the leprechaun to enter. (Reverse psychology, see.)
Katie’s was your more traditional pit trap. Nice use of decorative ponies, there.
And apart from those goings-on, life has been fairly quiet. My biggest recent achievement: successfully cancelling the Pinewood Derby without hurting anyone’s feelings (yay!).
And we’re switching Cub Scouts to meeting only twice a month, to match the Activity Days program. This got a unanimous “yea” vote from all the den leaders. And the Primary presidents are so happy that I was willing to be Cubmaster that they basically approve of everything I want to do.
Hopefully, this will give me a little breathing room. It’s been a tough couple of years, juggling two Scout troops, along with PSC, Northwest Pilgrims, and . . .y’know, the whole parenting-four-kids thing.
Eleanor recently submitted her high school registration packet. Ack! It’s going to be so different from Jeff’s high school experience; I hope we’re all ready. On her science teacher’s recommendation, she decided to take Honors Biology, and we’re all a little nervous about it. (Apparently the counselor felt obligated to give her a little “do you really know what you’re signing up for?” speech, which upset her. Blech.)
And William turned in his papers for middle school, which we’re old hands at now, so no big deal. (Wish I could go back and say so to the Freaking Out About Middle School Brooke of 2015.) William’s teacher occasionally will have a “coupon store” where the kids use their good-behavior points to buy items, and he used almost all his points to buy a hoodie with the middle school logo. He’s been wearing it constantly ever since. Aww.
Eleanor and I have both had a renewed interest in knitting lately. She’s spending time making little stuffed bunny toys that she wants to give to cousins at the family reunion this summer. I’m making a hat inspired by Captain Marvel. The first version turned out too big:
I calculated the gauge wrong. Ironically enough, this mistake happened at the Math Olympiad. Knowing that the hat would just end up in a closet, I quickly unravelled the whole thing and started over again. But we still took a picture for posterity.
Lastly, Brian and I went to the temple yesterday and stopped at Lil’ John’s Diner afterwards to finally try their sweet buns (they’ve been sold out every other time we’ve visited). They were in takeout boxes when we bought them, so we didn’t realize how huuuuge they were until we ate them this morning. Let’s just say: wowzers.
Jeff ate a WHOLE ONE. Or at least tried to. He ended up spreading it out over a couple of meals. Hollow legs, indeed!