The Music Man

Brendan started music class the same day that Julia started her ice skating lessons.

I enrolled him because he loooooooves music. He loves to sing, and is the first and sometimes only child in his class to jump up and get down when the music comes on. He loves to sing and dance at home and in the car which makes sense since boy doesn't stop moving.

Apparently music class wasn't nearly as enticing as "basket-e-ball."

The music class is in one of the rooms of a nearby city community center. Unfortunately for me the first thing he saw when we walked in was an indoor basketball court where 8 or 9 year-old boys were playing a game. Brendan ran over, of course wanting to play.

As I steered him to his first music class I was serenaded by "no no no!" and "no mike it" which means "no like it." Not a good start. I'd have to say that the first 43 minutes of the 45 minute class was a constant cacophony of the teacher singing happily and beautifully and Brendan yelling "no!" and clutching me. The only parts of the class that he liked was when the teacher pulled out a bunch of soft balls for the kids to throw around and the big parachute at the end.

As we were driving home I asked him if he liked class and he happily said, "yeah!."