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08:14 am: teh sig
After Teddy was up for 3 hours in the middle of the night Wednesday, Peter took him to the doctor.

He has a cold. Started with croup, downgraded, and just. won't. go. away. Doctor says it'll probably be gone in another week or so. No sign of asthma, thank goodness.

I also have the cold. Specifically, we both have a cough. A cough that keeps tricking us that it has gone away during the day, only to come hacking its way back into our lives every. single. night.

Peter is fine. My theory is that Peter is to skinny to sustain any illness.


It's supposed to be nasty this weekend - cold and rainy - so we'll all get plenty of down-time, which I hope will provide our respective bodies time to recover.

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Teddy has a trial guitar lesson this morning. He wanted trumpet, but the music teacher recommended that he wait a couple of years for that and try guitar or piano instead. So we're heading over to the Springfield Conservatory this morning.

The Springfield Conservatory is not even remotely like the New England Conservatory, which was what I was expecting. It's a ranch house. A small ranch house. The receptionist has a lisp, which I find more amusing than I probably ought, in the receptionist for a music school. (She's very nice and I feel a little mean writing about my amusement. But we'll note that I'm not deleting it. Because I am a little mean... and I don't want to forget, though I really hope that Teddy is a budding musical genius who will get to know the lisping receptionist really well over the next few years.)

Besides, trumpet would be really, really hard with an unending cough.

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Date:May 8th, 2010 05:03 pm (UTC)
The trumpet's embouchure can cause some pretty funky pressures inside the mouth. Much like a person can't play the flute with braces, playing the trumpet with baby teeth probably isn't the best idea.
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Date:May 8th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)

so I'd gather

I don't think the fingering would be all that easy either. BTW, did I send you the link to the article about needing an oboe player in the Supreme Court?

Teddy can't decide what instrument he wants, but he doesn't think he wants more lessons until he turns 6. He seems to think that Peter and I can teach him recorder, drums, bongos, cymbals, and chimalong at home.

er... no, not really.
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