Musical sophistication
Oh, yeah.
Under my and her father's tutelage, the Divine Miss Z is quickly becoming a connoisseur of good music. (And I use the term "good" meaning: stuff we like.)
Example A: While dancing around aimlessly doing 4-year-old girl goofiness, she's humming "Horse's Bransle" a medieval tune.
Example B: She knows the words to the first verse of Heart's "Barracuda."
Example C: While driving around the other day, the first guitar notes of "Oye Como Va" came on, and from the back seat I hear: "Oh! Carlos Santana! He's cool!"
Example D: She regularly hums catchy little Tchaikovsky ditties.
However, I've got to temper all this with the fact that she also regularly belts out the chorus of "The Best of Both Worlds" by Hanna Montana (she heard it in dance class--it wasn't my fault!) But the best part of that is that instead of singing "It's the best of both worlds," she sings, "It's the pays of pope girls."
It's funny how things work in the world. I found myself being the typical mom today, standing around with the other moms at ballet class, discussing schools and summer camps. Unbelievable. The way it looks this year, she'll be going to summer ballet classes, as well as a summer camp at the Austin Nature and Science Center. And THEN. . .we're hoping to get her into Kindergarten this September. Holy shit. I REMEMBER being in Kindergarten, and now my own kid? Since state law for public schools prohibits Zoe from starting school this year due to the fact that she'll be too young (like, six weeks too young!) we're still looking at private schools. Our latest is called Ace Academy, which caters to high-achieving and gifted students. She'll have to be tested, but we'll see how it turns out.
And speaking of school, I'm actively avoiding my homework. Gack.
Under my and her father's tutelage, the Divine Miss Z is quickly becoming a connoisseur of good music. (And I use the term "good" meaning: stuff we like.)
Example A: While dancing around aimlessly doing 4-year-old girl goofiness, she's humming "Horse's Bransle" a medieval tune.
Example B: She knows the words to the first verse of Heart's "Barracuda."
Example C: While driving around the other day, the first guitar notes of "Oye Como Va" came on, and from the back seat I hear: "Oh! Carlos Santana! He's cool!"
Example D: She regularly hums catchy little Tchaikovsky ditties.
However, I've got to temper all this with the fact that she also regularly belts out the chorus of "The Best of Both Worlds" by Hanna Montana (she heard it in dance class--it wasn't my fault!) But the best part of that is that instead of singing "It's the best of both worlds," she sings, "It's the pays of pope girls."
It's funny how things work in the world. I found myself being the typical mom today, standing around with the other moms at ballet class, discussing schools and summer camps. Unbelievable. The way it looks this year, she'll be going to summer ballet classes, as well as a summer camp at the Austin Nature and Science Center. And THEN. . .we're hoping to get her into Kindergarten this September. Holy shit. I REMEMBER being in Kindergarten, and now my own kid? Since state law for public schools prohibits Zoe from starting school this year due to the fact that she'll be too young (like, six weeks too young!) we're still looking at private schools. Our latest is called Ace Academy, which caters to high-achieving and gifted students. She'll have to be tested, but we'll see how it turns out.
And speaking of school, I'm actively avoiding my homework. Gack.
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