Concert Upon Concert Upon Concert

Parents are here, the terrorists didn’t win. Yay.

In other news we have a concert EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES. Or at least it seems that way.

Conner has his first band concert ever tonight. Wondering if I could find some well-concealed earplugs for the event (I know, I’m a terrible mother — judge all you want). I was asking him what they’re playing. I think we’ll be pleasured to hear “Hot Crossed Buns” and “Mary Had a Little Lamb”. Conner’s been playing the tequila song (a band favorite) since he started, but apparently that song is SO advanced they’re waiting until the spring to unveil it.

Drew, of course, has his two concerts the nights after… although I doubt I’ll make it to both, I really can only do so much. And his trombone choir has one on Saturday.

Really, WHEN IS SOMEONE GONNA COME WATCH ME PUT IN A CATHETER OR SOMETHING? I need recognition people… :) Someone, clap for me.

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  1. says

    Well, I don’t really want to watch you put in a catheter…but I’ll still clap for you.

    And I hear you on all the concerts. I think we’re finally done after todday (Bria’s school one).

  2. says

    *Exuberant Applause* – For your expert catheter placing AND enduring all the concerts! ;) If we lived close enough, I’d pick my trombone back up and join Drew’s trombone choir. I’d need to brush up quite a bit though…I haven’t played it since freshman year at BYU. ACK!