Coaxing the Kids to Get Involved

MK is in the eighth grade. And he plays saxophone – he’s a natural, actually. The saxophone is a perfect instrument for him because that boy? Has some SERIOUSLY powerful lungs.

Just saying.

In an attempt to get the kids excited about going to high school next year, and to encourage them to get involved in extracurricular activities, our high school bussed the kids over yesterday for a “get acquainted” assembly.

And in that assembly, they talked to the kids about the various clubs and activities that they could get involved with, if they chose to. And I have to admit, the high school offers a WIDE variety of fun things for the kids to do – I should know, I do their website. πŸ™‚

For those that don’t know, GD is a sophomore, so MK has already heard a few years’ worth of stories about high school, in general. Nothing bad, per se, but GD? Doesn’t like school period. It really wouldn’t matter where he was stationed, he would hate it. GD doesn’t like to be told what to do, where to go and worst of all? To get up early in the morning.

I can’t imagine where he gets that from.

As a result of big brother’s influence, MK is not all that excited about starting high school next year. At least, he wasn’t until the assembly yesterday.

When I picked him up from school, I caught a glimpse of my old MK (as opposed to the grump who has been mimicking his older brother’s “blah-life-only-exists-to-play-games attitude). He was enthusiastic and upbeat and he was FIRED UP to join Japanese club (my boys are both fascinated with Japanese culture in general, which is cool) AND marching band.


I WANT him to be in marching band. He would be good, really good. And he would have some amazing experiences to take away with him. I’ve heard from you all about your incredible experiences in band and I want that for MK; I will never discourage him from joining, or playing.

But oh, the time, travel, and expense this will entail. I’m mentally bracing myself for a very busy year next year.

But that’s okay. Because if that’s what he wants to do, so be it. Like I said, I would never, and will never, let the boy see any sort of waning enthusiasm on my part. I WANT the boys to get involved in extracurricular activities and I wish GD would DO something other than get up, go to school, come home and play games. I really think he would enjoy school, or at least tolerate it, if he got involved in some way.

Of course, this is now. We’ll see what happens when we schedule classes for the 2009/2010 school year next month; MK may change his mind (I hope not). And maybe if MK gets involved with school, that will encourage GD to get involved with school.

A mom can wish, right?


Out Shopping

Taped yesterday.

Update: Right after taping this video, I was taking one last sip of my Gingersnap Latte and got a mouthful of chunks. (!!) I’m assuming they were ginger chunks? I hope it was ginger?! Have you ever encountered chunks in your Starbuck’s coffee?

Please say yes. πŸ˜€

Update 2: I’m done! Well, with my guys, anyway. I didn’t find what I was looking for in the store (that was a big, fat waste of time) so I went back online and found it. I finished clicking that “confirm purchase” button last night and now I have five packages, full of goodies, on their way to me. I don’t know why I even step foot in a store anymore – everything we want and/or need is online.

Awww, the sweet smell of completion.

Christmas song #3 Little Saint Nick by Beach Boys

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Wordless Wednesday – Santa Who?


Yet another nephew of mine. πŸ™‚


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