Deep Thoughts

Quincy is quite the little thinker.
She remains fairly quiet until she feels what she has to say MUST be said, and it MUST be said NOW. When this happens, she explodes with everything she's been thinking at once.

{on getting ready to leave}
"I'm taking my blanket in the car, and two barbies, and the pink baby, but not the yellow baby. I can't take the yellow baby AND the pink baby. Reese will take the pink baby from me and I can just have the yellow baby...but I want the pink baby today. Corbin is taking his blanket so that means I can have mine, too.
Let's go to the van. I am ready now."

{on using the bathroom}
"Mom, does Santa wipe his own bum? You wipe my bum because you're just my mommy. Why do we have white soap? I like orange soap, but we ran out a long time ago. How come we have white soap now? Orange is not your favorite color still?"

and no.
she never wears pants.

Stats

We had a round of well child visits today.
This was convenient, as both Reese and Quincy have been pretty grouchy, and I had a feeling I would come home with at least one diagnosed ear infection.

Reese: (the lucky winner)
5yrs old
has an ear infection AND a bladder infection (which explains the "crazies" this week)
Weight: 32 lbs (15th percentile)
Height: 42 inches (45th percentile)
She is SOOOOO excited about starting school in the Fall and knows her letters, numbers, colors, etc.
This morning, I got off the treadmill and she told me, "Mom, I just have to tell you that you smell awful." At least she is finally on board with being honest.
And I did smell pretty awful.

Quincy:
3 yrs old
Has a ton o fluid in her ears, but it is not infected (yet) so we are hoping an antihistamine will dry her ears out before they become infected.
Weight: 24 lbs
Height 36 inches
We are thinking about getting one of those little bracelets that help children to stop sucking their thumb. I have mixed feelings about it.
On a positive note, the pediatrician said that Quincy's vocabulary is "stellar" and her conversation skills are exceptional for her age.
My current favorite thing that she does is put her hands up by her face when she converses with anyone. She's such a character.

Corbin
9 months
Sits Up, Rolls, Scoots, and is starting to get up on his knees and rock back and forth.
Weight: 18 lbs (50th percentile)
Height: 28 inches (60th percentile)
I can't remember his head measurement, but was surprised when the doc said he's in the 50th percentile for head circumference...it just seems so big! ("look at the size o that head! It has it's own weather system" -Mike Meyers)
He wowed the nurse when he said, "Mama" and "Ahdunnnn" (all done)
The only other words he says are "Dada" and "Mo!" (aka "MORE FOOD. NOW.")
Is allergic to milk based formula, and gets a rash on his face when he eats anything with carrots in it.
Loves bananas and sliced apples....but we really have to watch him with the apples...those new toofies are sharp and he likes to bite chunks off. No bueno.
Is the cutest baby in the universe.

Aaron:
-Is rad.
-Is freaking hilarious. He is beautifully gifted in the art of delivering perfectly timed movie quotes as responses for unrelated conversation topics. He's been on a roll lately.
-got an award at work with his team...but is super humble, and the only reason I found out about it is because I saw the photo of them accepting said award on our camera.
-those who know Aaron well will appreciate that he is doing the Heisman pose with the award in the photo.
-is starting to get burned out on "Gringo Fiesta" and we're only on day 5. Perhaps we need Santa Fe pizza tomorrow night.
-is wrapped around his little girls' fingers.

Meg:
-Survived my first college exam after a 5 year hiatus. Aaron was quick to remember that I would go temporarily insane and put a carton of chocolate ice cream in the freezer 3 days prior to test day.
-helped my kid pee in a cup today. The first time you pee in a cup serves as some sort of rite of passage I'm sure...but really, helping someone else go pee in a cup....that's beyond rite of passage. That should come with an award. I was pretty upset when the nurse did not offer ME a princess sticker as well.
-I'm trapped in a love/hate relationship with the treadmill...Spring and grandparents cannot arrive soon enough. I gotta get my run on, and one 6-8 mile run a week just isn't cuttin' it. My long-time-running friend, Jocelyn, was right when she said, "welcome to the drug" recently. I'm hooked.
-I'm working on my table...and by working I mean, I'm thinking about it, and I pull out my tape measure about twice a day to think about what I'm going to do, and when I'm going to find time to do it.
-Preschool is going really well. Some days I wish I had decided to teach more than once a week. There's just so much to do, I love it so much, and Quincy thrives when her friends are here to learn and play with her. Wednesday has gone from being my worst day of the week to one of the best days of the week.
-I am only awake because my children are. Ear infections are awesome like that. Yes. The current time is 1:41am, and I have one Reese in my arms, waiting for ear drops to kick in. At least she's been fever free this time....could be much much worse.

Junie B Good, Please!

It might be time for mean meg to go to bed. She's only fun to have around for a day or two....not even that long if you have to live here.

This weekend, Reese and I read her first chapter book together.

I've heard that Junie B. is the new Ramona Quimby (which is the first chapter book that I can remember reading) and it came highly recommended, so we decided to give it a shot. I was amazed at how intently Reese listened to a book with few pictures. She got pretty caught up in the story.
...but maybe that's because she was taking copious notes. I gotta say, that June B. is kind of a brat. A funny brat for adults, but not real cute when my 5 year old mimics everything she hears.

Aaron thought the story was great (aside from the "s word" and the "h word" which we omitted because our kid can't read yet, so we can do that sort of thing still) because Junie B hates (oops! I mean "really doesn't like") riding the bus, which Reese is (of course) dying to do. I'm not really a fan either, since one of my childhood bus drivers was arrested years later for child molestation (no, not me) so needless to say, we aren't big fans of the school bus thing.
Maybe someday...but not yet.
Not with our first born.
We've screwed up enough on her already, maybe we'll wait and let our Quincy B be the guinea pig for the bus thing...and then they can ride it together. Of course, that is to say that Quincy is ever going to grow, and at this point, I'm quite ok with her staying my tiny Q forever and ever and always being my little buddy. I'm working on a magic spell to keep her this way. So far, she hasn't grown much lately, so maybe it's working a little. Reese has already told me that "being 5 is the best" and that she's not going to grow ever again. I hope she's right.

Anyway, the story was cute...but I'll kick myself for not previewing the plot first if Reese follows suit and hides in a storage closet after her first day of kindergarten. She's already asking for another "words book", any suggestions?

What Not To Wear

We've all had our taste of bad family photos, from the matchie matchie khaki pants photo to the one kid that won't stop screaming photo to someone farted right when the photog said "cheese" photo.

I discovered this site listed on the sidebar of a friend's blog.
http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/
pretty funny stuff.

THEN, I discovered this photo on someone's facebook page.
I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely.

Friends, don't try this at home.

Seriously...worst idea ever as far as family pictures go. What were we going for with the rainbow?

"There's a pot o' gold at the end of this Christmas card"

"We're so happy we're gay"

"aren't you glad we aren't all in matching denim shirts?"

"we wanted to make the one single daughter feel super isolated"

or maybe just "we like skittles"

I don't even know these peeps (yes! That's exactly what they look like. Marshmallow peeps.) but I am considering submitting this photo to the awkward family photo website. Maybe one of the 28 people in the picture will stumble upon it one day (while eating skittles) and think, "hey. maybe that wasn't a good idea" and go back to the khaki's.

Weather Report...I'm a little stressed out.

Dear Aaron,
I'm sorry to report that you should expect some major weather delays in your marriage in the next 24-48 hrs.

current temperature = cold and cranky
climate = stressed
forecast = more whining, heavy showers, followed by a meltdown and possible binge eating

I hope to report a change in the awful weather you're experiencing soon...but you probably should not expect a break from Tropical Storm Mean Meg until Tuesday (after this exam is over with, the house is put back together, the kids have returned to a state of non-crazy, and I've slept longer than 4 hours).

Until then, it might be best to:
-wear layers (you'll need some thick skin with the irrational complaint hailstorm headed your way)
-avoid direct contact
-don't try to fix it. Everyone knows there's nothing you can do control bad weather. You're just gonna have to wait it out.
-stock up on chocolate ice cream and just hunker down until the storm passes
-buy more cake, too...and some Cheetos. Why are there no Cheetos in this house?!

Sincerely,
Your Wife.

Brother's Keeper

2 1/2 years apart

5 lbs difference
unlimited amount of love

because you can't stop the mail

got another phone book today.

Holiday Goodness

Check out the cute package that arrived from my sistah last week!
yep. Everything inside was wrapped! It was Christmas up in the Willy house!
just LOOK at the excitement on that face! Yes. that is purple hair attached to a headband. Totally obnoxious dress up clothes...Auntie knows what they want all right.

hilarious.

Baby guy was not left out of the fun, either! He "opened" a rack a stack and some freaking cute clothes that he'll be sporting in photos to be posted on the bloggy shortly.


So these videos make my kids look pretty much like the greediest children you've evah seen. They tore through those presents SO FAST, then spent the evening (and all week playing with them).


That's right, holiday extravaganza included Easter dresses with matchie matchie dresses for their dolls. Awesome. I'm sure they'll accessorize with the Hannah Montana and Disney Princess purses (that will be stuffed to the max with horses, lacing shapes, finger puppets, hair curlers, books, flash cards, and all of the other goodies they opened this weekend! Thanks Auntie!

She sent some lovely gifts for Aaron and I to enjoy as well...so thoughtful, one made me cry. Pictures later. Love it. Love her.

Busy Bees

It’s in the Mail
Literature:
Yoko’s Paper Cranes by Rosmary Wells
This is a great story about a little girl and her grandmother. They like to watch the cranes, but when winter comes, the cranes fly away and Yoko misses them. Her grandmother points out that the cranes always come back and they can look forward to their next visit. Then Yoko moves to the USA (aka "far far away from Grandma) and they send each other letters every week. One day, Yoko makes cranes from paper and sends them in a package to her grandmother. The book follows the letter to the post office, on an airplane, and to Grandmas house. Cute story, simple concept.
I had also planned on reading A Letter for Amy by Ezra Jack Keats (who also wrote The Snowy Day), but it was checked out from the library, but it worked out just fine, because I found

We Need Mail Carriers by Lola M. Schaefer...which was even more age appropriate because of it's simple text and excellent photos.
To preview the book online with your own busy bee, click here.

Share: Bring the address of someone you love, so we can mail them a post card
Art: Decorating Postcards!
WE put stamps on them, and sent them in the mail. Hopefully, the recipient will call my little Busy Bees to let them know they got their post cards. The kids were very excited about this.

Dramatic Play: Let's Play Post Office (no, not that kind of Post Office)
Check out the lil' mail boxes I made. Instant hit with the group.

Sensory: Feely Bag-things that are sticky (tape, stickers, glue stick, gum, stamps, honey, jam, and as one bee pointed out "green boogies"...which were NOT in the Feely-bag.)

Fine Motor: Sticky stamps
Thanks to the Post Office and Kasey for donating a bunch of supplies for our dramatic play area today, we had dozens of little flag stickers that looked like stamps! Stickers are always a hit, but it was especially fun when they would decorate an envelope, "stamp" it with flag sticker and say, "Special delivery!" Cuteness.

Practical Life: How do you mail a letter? What does a Postal Worker do?
Art: Mail Carrier color page

Math: Number Sort
During snack, I quickly went through and numbered all of the packages and letters with 1, 2 or 3. When they were finished eating, the children took turns doing a one on one activity sorting them and placing them in or on top of the corresponding numbered mailboxes. We talked about how everyone's house has a different number address on it.

We also sorted them by size into canvas bins for Big, Medium, and Small ...or "teeny" as one Bee insisted ;)

Language/Phonics: The letter “V”
We've been adding to this list of "V-words" on the white board all month and review it at circle time each week. (we do this every month with the new letter)

Music and Movement:
We just got a letter (blue’s clues)
Three Valentines

Cooking: Chocolate Mousse
Totally unrelated to the curriculum, but the kids loved it and had fun mixing the ingredients. I used an instant chocolate pudding mix and replaced the milk with whipping cream. We ate it with circus animal crackers. Yum!

Table Progress

"I am going to make a decision. I have made my decision. Decision made."
-Amy Poehler as Angie Ostrowiski

Looky Looky what I bought today!
That's Black Walnut.
Lots of it.

Anyone have a hand-planer I can borrow?
How about 30 more degrees?
Can I borrow that, too?

Smart @$$

So I thought I was pretty awesome making the cake pops for the girls to hand out as valentines at their class parties.

Then Reese comes home with these: (yes. all of them)
Who cares about homemade treats when some kid is handing out 3 pose-able Shrek dolls to each kid? She's never even SEEN Shrek, but she absolutely loves these toys, and is particularly fond of Donkey. Later that afternoon, the following conversation took place.

Reese: Mom, this donkey STINKS.
Me: what do you mean, 'it stinks'?
Reese: well...right here, under his tail... it sort of smells like after I poop a really smelly poop, the way the bathroom is still stinky even after I flush...Donkey smells like that. Like a butt. {giggles}

What I'm thinking: So....Donkey smells like an ass. How appropriate.

[enter Mommy censor now]

What I say: (I know, for once, it's not the same thing): Hmm. That's interesting. It's brand new, (we took it out of the plastic) It's probably a smell from the factory because it is a new toy. New cars sometimes smell funny too.

[wow. that went well. If only my censor operated more often]

Reese: But then how come only the DONKEY smells like that? It's like a dirty toilet.

[SERIOUSLY universe. Throw me a bone here!]

Me: I don't know Reese. Stop sniffing under his tail...that's kind of gross. Why don't you go clean the donkey or something?

Reese: Oh, Yeah! I can put some bows on him so he looks like a girl instead of a stinky boy!

Me: Yeah, good idea. Go play beauty shop with Quincy in the bathroom.

Reese: No way. I went poop after school and it smells like Donkey in there.

Boost

World Lit is turning out to be a little more difficult than I had expected.
The difficulty is not the actual material, just finding the time to read the assigned material, and write papers about it.

It's been awhile since I have done any formal writing. I'm not gonna lie...I had to go through my final draft and remove a "..." here and there to make sure that I was not handing in something that made me look like an idiot. If you read this blog regularly, you are well aware of my love for run-on sentences, getting sidetracked with stories totally unrelated to the post topic, and that I have an overall disrespect for proper sentence structure.

and I begin sentences with "and".

Before we got our graded papers back, she warned us that several students failed the assignments [gulp], but not to worry, because the points can be made up by doing extra assignments at the end of the semester.

Imagine the boost of confidence I felt when my professor (that sounds so masculine...can't it be "professette" for a chick teacher?) selected the paper I'd submitted with shaky hands last week, to read out loud to the class tonight as "an example of excellence".

Mine and only mine was read.

People clapped.
(clapped! at something I had written!)
and they laughed.

(because it was funny, not because they were embarrassed for me).

I will survive.

Exam I next week.

{I'm Yours}

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

Ok, so maybe I wasn't exactly old enough to gamble when I married Aaron,

but I definitely hit the jackpot.

I totally forgot that my guy can bowl.

Which is awesome,

except that he and I made a bet before the game

and I lost.
I really don't like to lose.

Aaron scored the highest out of the 10 people we bowled with on Saturday

I scored the LOWEST.

I also came in DEAD LAST in the go-cart challenge.

So maybe I did the walk of shame in the bowling alley with an "L" on my forehead
and maybe I was so far behind on the go-cart track that I actually almost got lapped by Jimmie (I would have let him though, since it was his birthday and all)

but on Saturday, for once, I really didn't care that I was the loser.
I was the lucky girl who went home with the winner.

Does this mean I get to be the trophy wife?
I'll take it.

These are a few of my favorite things

A little Friday love...

I took this picture while out "treasure hunting" yesterday.
I think the little guy on the right needs to come live with me.


I've collected a few others. (all antique ladder back style for $7, baby!)

I can't wait to get to work on them. Crusty chair = cool.  Nasty old fabric? Not so much.
Pictures soon.

PS-I have made a whopping 0.0% progress in the table department.
I can't make up my mind on what type of wood to use, and whether or not I want to use cool, old wood with a story to tell, or take a less labor intensive route and just buy some pine at Lowe's.
I think I need to make another visit to my buddy Glenn Beck.  

Some inspiration:

 

image from here 

What would it be like to have the space for a 10 ft table? 

The words you're looking for are freaking awesome.

http://www.garyfosterfurniture.com/

 

This table is $3,300.00

and that guy is $3,995.00

Really.

Love this one:

Gonna shoot for something like this. ($2,725 here)

I'm not sure if I'm in love with the runner, and if I decide to go with reclaimed planks or aged wood for the top, I just might paint or wash the base. 

Too many choices, not enough dining space.

...and as for spending thousands of dollars? 

Get real. 

gimme 50 bucks....maybe $75.

I just need to make a decision! 

But until then...

At least I have chairs.

{Be Mine}

I felt inspired yesterday.

...I made these

...and these

...and these

Happy Valentine's Day!

Do something sweet for the people you love.

Signs of Insanity.

I do crap like this all the time.

No, really.
Like all the time.

"It's just a shimmy and a shake, oh-ho I can't fake..."

Sometimes, you have to do things that you just don't wanna do.

I pre-registered Reese for Kindergarten today.  
{deep breaths into paper bag...}
After I filled out all the online paperwork, I was emailed a confirmation number, and told that she is not actually registered until March, when they have the official registration days.

I've concluded that the purpose of pre-registration is to give moms like me time to let it sink in that she indeed will be going to school next year.

Hopefully, by march, I will have come to terms with reality and not have a heart attack at the registration counter. 

Reese Olivia age 5

Showing off her play dough snowman

and for kicks...

Megan Elise age 5 

Showing off her bad haircut

Stranger Danger

I dragged the girls all over Rogers, Ar yesterday on a wild goose chase for a Mexican supermarket.  At one point, I thought we'd finally found it and I pulled into the parking lot shouting "Victory!!!"

I found myself parked in front of a salon, an aquarium supply store (I think), an exotic plant store, a video rental place/law office (yes, really), a restaurant, and a supermarket.

Unfortunately, the directions I followed took me to little Asia, and NOT little Mexico, like I had hoped, and most of the store fronts were decorated with both letters AND chinese character-like symbols.  I'm not sure where I went wrong, but finally brought myself to accept that I was a clueless, lost white girl and went to Sams Club, where I belong, for samples and a soft pretzel.

While at Sams, my one and only Hispanic friend here in Arkansas, returned my call and gave me directions to the Mercado she uses, but I was exhausted by that point, and the kids were just done.

But the directions to the mercado ended with "and it's right next to a place called Vega Taqueria---that place has THE BEST TACO'S for only $1 each."

SOLD!

We were back on the hunt.  We found the mercado quickly, and I purchased some beans.  When it came time to checkout, Quincy spied a bucket of chocolate covered bananas in a freezer by the counter.

Now, far be it from me to refuse my children something delicious.  But these were no  DAD's frozen bananas.  These things looked nasty.  Like at least a week old nasty.  So, needless to say, I said, "No" to Quincy.

Meltdown.

Time for the car.
But dang, I want a taco! I'm so close!  I looked at Quincy, and decided it was one of those days where I needed to just be a mom and take my kids home for naps.  Tacos will be there tomorrow.

The guy at the counter then reached into a little box behind the counter, and on our way (kicking, crying, screaming, dragging) out the door, handed each of them a small candy wrapper and said, "Chocolate?" but with his deep rich voice and thick accent, it came out more like, "show-co-lah-tay?"

Crying stopped immediately. 

Nice.
Even in Spanish, they know what that word means.  Of course, had it been me saying, "cállense" or "silencio" I'm certain that those crocodile tears would not have dried up so rapido.

I was initially mad.  Who gives my kid candy without asking me first?  Didn't he see her freaking out?  Who rewards that kind of behavior?  What about food allergies?   Why are my daughters taking candy from a stranger with such free will and happiness?  This is ridiculous.  Isn't parental approval a general rule in society before you give a young child a piece of candy?
I was about to protest, but then I saw the smile on Quincy's face.  It was pure joy, and it got the better of me.  I decided that it just wasn't worth getting upset.  Plus, now that the kids were cute and happy, why not go next door and get some tacos?  She needed a piece of chocolate like I needed tacos.

We go next door.
We sit.
I order 3 carne asada tacos with avocado, and some beans and rice for the kiddies.
The restaurant is full of people, but basically silent, because everyone is busy stuffing their faces with food.
A very good sign, 'cuz after the crazy tantrum I had dealt with in Pueblo Mercado,  I needed me a good taco. 

Ahhhh silence.

"MY MOUTH IS BURNING, Mommy!!!!"

"What?  Shhhh, we are in a nice---well, shhhh we're in a restaurant!"

"FIRE!!!! WAAAAAH!!! It's BURNING!" 


and then
"Oooh, mine, too! Mommy, Gross! It's burning Mommy! I want water!"

Huh?

then:

"THIS IS YUCKY CHOCOLATE!!!"

Uh Oh.

I grab the wrapper from Reese's hand:

Um, yeah. I may have gotten a D when I took Spanish in high school, but it is my understanding that when you say "Chocolate" you actually mean Chocolate, NOT a stick of Pulpa.

Ok, so for those of you who don't know what Pulparindo is, well... Mexican's don't mess around when it comes to candy. Hot and Salted candy = friggin' hot and salty.  Pulparindo is chili powder and salt smeared on a weird piece of fruit leather that resembles the filling in a fig newton. (no, not the strawberry or apple newtons. FIG newtons....remember their slogan? "It's not a cookie, it's a fig newton."  Spot on.  Fig newtons were so nasty that no branch of the cookie family tree could possibly claim to be related.) I think the fruit leather part is made from some kind of root.

In summary: Pulparindo = not chocolate. 
Not chocolate at all. 

The waitress (bless her) brought out some chips and water, then turned on the tv in the corner.

Dora, of course.   Maybe she can teach my children that when you throw a fit in Pueblo Mercado, you can expect to get burned. 

Oh, the best part?  I wanted a photo of the candy for this post, so I googled "De La Rosa Pulparindo Candy" and that's when I found this article.  

Awesome.  

Not only are my kids' mouths on fire, they also have lead poisoning.

Throw in a one-armed-man somewhere and I think I could safely say, 

"And THAT'S why you don't take candy from a stranger."

155 lbs

Reasoning With Reese: Someone Stop the Madness!

Me: Um Reese? Do you think your dirty pajamas belong thrown all over your bedroom floor like that?

Reese: Yeeee-up.

Me: {gasp!} Uh, yeeeeah I don't like that attitude at all, go put them away right now.

Reese: No Mom, that's where they go! You know why? 'Cuz I got my "Pants on the ground, Pants on the ground, lookin' like a FOOL with my pants on the ground!"

Busy Bees

Oh the weather outside is frightful....

Clouds
Share: Bring or wear something Blue
Literature:
It Looked Like Spilt Milk by Charles G. Shaw
This is a classic.
"Sometimes, it looked like a tree, but it wasn't a tree."
"Sometimes, it looked like an ice cream come, but it wasn't an ice cream cone."
"Sometimes, it looked like spilt milk, but it was just a cloud in the sky"
To make the story more interactive, I drew and cut out my own shapes out of white felt. The children took turns guessing what the shape was, and sticking it up on a big, blue flannel board.
Literature: Little Cloud by Eric Carle
Little Cloud separates from the group of larger clouds and changes into several shape before rejoining the others again. The kids had fun guessing the shape of the clouds (the clown was their favorite) and were really excited when I told them we would be using paint to create our own cloud shapes.

Sensory: Shaving Cream
No Photos here...all energy of mine was used to keep the shaving cream out of eyes, mouths, and off of my furniture. Next time, I will definitely do RediWhip instead for this age. My house smelled freshly shaved for a few hours, though!

Fine Motor: Cotton Balls Clothespin Transfer
Math: Number 3

Art/Critical Thinking: Inkblot cloud formations on blue paper.
Following the text from It Looked Like Spilt Milk, I wrote "Sometime it looked like______" at the top of the blank paper and had the children answer to fill in the blank when they opened their creation.

These were so fun. I was surprised at how original and unique the kids answers were when I asked them what their inkblots made. Their responses were: "a boat. no a butterfly", "a ghost...I'm not scared", "a giant", "a clown!!!", and "Tiana the frog" (from The Princess and the Frog... of course, my kid would see a Disney Princess).

Science: What is a Cloud?
I got a couple books about clouds from the library. We flipped through them and the kids looked at the pictures with a magnifying glass while I gave a simple explanation that clouds are made of tiny drops of water up in the sky.

Art/Fine Motor: Stamp Painting a Cloudy Sky:
Another use for clothespins and cotton balls
Practical Life: Today we did a refresher course in the potty routine.

Music and Movement:
Song: (to twinkle twinkle)
Floating clouds up in the sky,
Changing shapes as you pass by.
Floating by without a sound.
Won't you come and touch the ground?
Floating clouds up in the sky,
Changing shapes as you pass by

Song: Freeze Dance (What kid doesn't love this game?)

I was totally impressed during music time when one of the kids did a sweet air guitar and busted out with a little, "Hey! Ho! Let's Go!".
The Ramones?!
Those kids are so awesome.