First Music Class at the FAA
You probably read about her first art class here.
Angie's first Music Class at the Fine Arts Association did not go well either. Because we were leaving immediately after class to visit the PA grandparents, I took a vacation day from work so that I could go with them. Angie was a little fussy getting out of the car because her Daddy took her bear from her, but I calmed her by carrying her, pointing out the green grass and reciting one of her favorite poems, "Heavenly Grass" by Tennessee Williams.
All was well as we went inside the building and try to find the classroom. We climbed the stairs and I hear Angie say "Peeno." That's "piano" for those of you who don't speak fluent Angie. I was very impressed at this because we went to the open house roughly a week and a half ago and one of the music instructors let Angie play the piano in her office. I thought good sign, she remembers having fun here. This should go well.
I recognized one girl from Angie's Gymboree Music Class last winter. I waived at the girl's mom as Angie started fussing. She wanted "Carseat" and to "Go go go." She did not want to play with the instruments (her favorite part at the Gymboree Music class) and we were barely there long enough for me to tell the teacher her name when Angie became hysterical.
I took Angie to the hallway outside the classroom so that we could listen from there.
Angie told me, "NO singing!" and cried so I sent her Daddy to retrieve her bear hoping that would give her enough comfort to sit through class. Bear in hand we returned to the classroom while the teacher sang, "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes," an Angie classic. Angie was calm and almost happy until the teacher sang a new song about the body. More tears and she and I returned to the hallway. Her Daddy stayed in to get a feel for the class. Angie shut the door to the class and ran down the hallway.
Finally, class ends and our little family returned to the classroom to give Angie a little time to acclimate herself to the room. The teacher was completely understanding as Daddy explained that Angie doesn't like new things very well. The teacher was very pleased that we weren't giving up on the class and Angie was allowed to run around the room, play with instruments, and hoops. She was a completely different child from the hysterical toddler I held just five minutes previously. She let us stamp her hands with little music notes. She was sweet, content and charming again. When we left she ran up to the teacher and let the teacher hug her.
Daddy will be going to class early this week to see if some extra time in the room will help her acclimate herself to the class. Keep your fingers crossed.
Angie's first Music Class at the Fine Arts Association did not go well either. Because we were leaving immediately after class to visit the PA grandparents, I took a vacation day from work so that I could go with them. Angie was a little fussy getting out of the car because her Daddy took her bear from her, but I calmed her by carrying her, pointing out the green grass and reciting one of her favorite poems, "Heavenly Grass" by Tennessee Williams.
All was well as we went inside the building and try to find the classroom. We climbed the stairs and I hear Angie say "Peeno." That's "piano" for those of you who don't speak fluent Angie. I was very impressed at this because we went to the open house roughly a week and a half ago and one of the music instructors let Angie play the piano in her office. I thought good sign, she remembers having fun here. This should go well.
I recognized one girl from Angie's Gymboree Music Class last winter. I waived at the girl's mom as Angie started fussing. She wanted "Carseat" and to "Go go go." She did not want to play with the instruments (her favorite part at the Gymboree Music class) and we were barely there long enough for me to tell the teacher her name when Angie became hysterical.
I took Angie to the hallway outside the classroom so that we could listen from there.
Angie told me, "NO singing!" and cried so I sent her Daddy to retrieve her bear hoping that would give her enough comfort to sit through class. Bear in hand we returned to the classroom while the teacher sang, "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes," an Angie classic. Angie was calm and almost happy until the teacher sang a new song about the body. More tears and she and I returned to the hallway. Her Daddy stayed in to get a feel for the class. Angie shut the door to the class and ran down the hallway.
Finally, class ends and our little family returned to the classroom to give Angie a little time to acclimate herself to the room. The teacher was completely understanding as Daddy explained that Angie doesn't like new things very well. The teacher was very pleased that we weren't giving up on the class and Angie was allowed to run around the room, play with instruments, and hoops. She was a completely different child from the hysterical toddler I held just five minutes previously. She let us stamp her hands with little music notes. She was sweet, content and charming again. When we left she ran up to the teacher and let the teacher hug her.
Daddy will be going to class early this week to see if some extra time in the room will help her acclimate herself to the class. Keep your fingers crossed.
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