If you’ve been wondering where the heck I’ve been and what the heck I’ve been doing… well, you’re not alone. I can’t believe that it is July 17th already. What happened to all that time?
Transitioning from school days to summer daze hasn’t been smooth around here. For the past 10 years, we’ve launched off on vacation as soon as the school bell stopped ringing. This time we’ve been taking a more measured approach and we leave for various parts in two days. Milo and Maya have been working on their arguing skills. They’ve moved from their Master’s level studies and are well on the way to their Doctorates. It’s been such a delight to watch them develop new and improved ways to irritate each other… I didn’t know there were special techniques for car, hot tub, TV watching and for during washroom use. My wife and I have started to carry cards with numbers from 1 to 10 so that we can score each effort. Oh yeah, we’ve taught the kids how to pour drinks for us. It may just save their lives.
We’ve been getting Milo ready to compete in New York City at the International Modeling and Talent Association show. This has meant finding a new singing teacher and working to nail down monologues, commercials and sitcom scripts. I really appreciated the part where the new music teacher mentioned to Milo that he really ought to explore some dance like ballet and the little bastard smiled at her sweetly and told her that it was his life’s wish to learn ballet. Oh, I almost fell down the stairs since we’d been trying to convince him to enroll in some dance to no avail. So of course, off we went to find a ballet teacher… and who can justify putting their son in ballet and deny their 7 year old princess… so that meant both kids. Ouch, that hurt the wallet.
Milo’s acting coaches have been after him to feel more emotion during his monologue. He’s doing a piece from Hansel and Gretel and can’t seem to channel the horror that a kid would feel abandoned in the woods for the second time by his father. I’ve almost been forced to blindfold him and drop him off somewhere! Finally last night we had a break through when I frustrated him to the point of tears and then made him channel the emotion into his monologue. My wife’s stress level is looking like a meniscus. One more lost email, undelivered photograph, new demand for audio files slightly different from yesterday’s file etc, etc, and etc then BANG, she’s a gonna blow.
Only two more days of prep and then the die is cast. I’ll be blogging from the Big Apple next. Pray for our sanity and some success too.