Quinton's First Sleepover

"And by the way, Dylan's mom is kind of like a tiger when she's mad."
Quinton, in a serious, reflective admiring tone.
"Actually, she's REALLY like a tiger when she's mad."

We had this conversation driving home at 4am after I picked him up when he couldn't go back to sleep.

Quinton: A Mover, Not a Sitter

Quinton and I did Music Together classes when he was ages 1-3.  I loved the classes, and he just ran laps around the circle of the other kids who were sitting docilely on their parents' laps.  (What's up with those BORING kids?)

I don't think Quinton sang a single word of any of the songs during our 2 years of weekly classes. Meanwhile, I learned all the songs obsessively, especially the ones in Spanish, and we read/sang all the song books together as bedtime books.

Still, I persisted with the classes. My attitude was, "No way is this kid gonna ruin this for me." Kind of like, I could give in to the frustration and slight embarrassment and stop going, or I could stick it out. It just seemed better to stick it out.

Now, to this day Q has awesome pitch and good memory of songs. I'm secretly hoping he'll be on Broadway.  I mean, I highly doubt it, but I think it would be so cool to be the mom of a Broadway star.  He also does that annoying thing I that I do, which is sing the same song over and over.  I sang in college and in the Greenwich Choral Society, and I think it's one way singers get to know songs and get to practice what their voice can do. Kind of like doing drills for sports.

Yup. No way this kid is gonna avoid singing.