We began our study of Handel today. The children listened to the Vox Music Masters CD as they played some strange version of pirates/orphans/50s girls in poodle skirts. This evening, after tucking the boys into bed, the girls and I got started on Handel at the Court of the Kings. I continue to be impressed by the books in this series. They always begin with a great hook -- usually something a little scandalous -- to pique the children's interest.
With Bobo's second year of piano in full swing, Elbow's brand new violin lessons, and our composer studies, I'm feeling like we actually might be a bit musical. I use 'we' loosely. I was the one who went kicking and screaming through 8 years of piano lessons. I sing miserably - though I prefer to be called 'loud' and 'enthusiastic.' But that's only half the story. Their father, mind you, sang in Carnegie Hall. That must qualify for something.
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