That was from The Boy. He loves his letters and numbers, that's for sure. "D" is a particular favorite, as is "2" and "3." "S" turns out to be another favorite to say. Yesterday, we walked to the comic book store, and we stopped every minute or two to read letters and numbers on signs and license plates and windows and stuff. It makes sense - The Boy spends enough time motionless due to his treatments and hospital stays that all he has to do is learn his letters and numbers at an early age. He doesn't "get" how they work, but that's okay.
I know it's been a while, but - as my last couple of posts have said - it's been an insanely busy week. Here's the bullet points:
- My concert went well. Far better than I expected, and I had high expectations. They're happy with me right now, and it's reflected in my numbers. My 8th grade band is up to 50 from 39, 7th grade band is down a handful (not unexpected), and 6th grade is up to the mid-70's from 70. I want 200 kids, and we'll get there.
- The barbershop show on Sunday went even better than that, although we only had around 120 people in the audience. Whatever - we sang great, and we presented a nice, tight 200 show, 35 minute intermission excepted. We followed it with a wonderful buffet dinner, which was a nice reward and treat for the guys.
- The math project is going well. It's interesting, and I enjoy doing it. I think that it's going to work, although I don't necessarily think that the way that I'm doing it is the most efficient or the best. This weekend, I need to do the post-assessment, and I need to figure out exactly how much I can change the format of the test before the comparisons become invalid. Why? I don't want to spend 90 minutes testing kids. It needs to fit inside one period.
- Most importantly, The Boy had an uneventful chemo, a good weekend, and he came home on Tuesday night. It was very, very nice to have him home, and he's been excited as heck. It turned out to be a two week hospital stay this time, with me pulling night duties during the nights that Grandma wasn't around. That makes sense, as it's easier for skinny ol' me (broad shoulders, yes, but I'm not 8.25 months pregnant) to fit in the bed with The Boy than the wife to fit there.
When he got home Tuesday night, he was awake until around 11:30 because he sleep patterns got so screwed up by this hospital stay. Plus, he was his usual little tornado self, which was so wonderful to see!
The Valerie Fund Walkathon is this weekend. If you haven't contributed yet, please consider it: https://www.thevaleriefund.org/walkathon. It's supposed to be a great day. Come walk with The Wife, or slow job with Musical Daddy at the pre-walk 5K run!