I need to update this question: phone… rarely. Communicating in a myriad of other ways… constantly.
I sent her a video message in the family group chat thread this morning… cuz it’s her birthday.
Friday night we poked our noses into the Jube for a concert.
Being 2016 we get a lot, if not most, of our entertainment off the net. Netflix and Youtube, which means invariably we’ve discovered the various talents of one electric violinist, Lindsey Stirling, whose latest North American tour brought her into the city this past weekend.
Claire was excited, bursting at the seams for her first “real” concert.
A real concert…
Which meant security, and merch, and noise, and bustle.
Which meant a warm up act.
Which meant a way-too-late night for that particular kid.
Which meant that about an hour into the show, and well past the nearly-nine-year-old’s bedtime, she was leaning against her mom and barely able to keep her eyes open despite the thumping and pounding bass-driving dubstep beat of the concert playing on the stage in front of her.
Which was fine. (She was starting to get a whiny-little restless anyhow.)
So I let her sleep. Whatever. She’d seen a good chunk of the show and the act was getting into the deeper cuts anyhow. I was leaning back in my chair, enjoying the show, getting into the sound and the pounding music, eyes bouncing between my snoozing daughter and the show below.
It was about then when the drummer, arms in the air, began nudging the crowd into action as he started a rhythmic clap. This was quickly taken up by the audience and soon it echoed through the auditorium: Clap… Clap… Clap… Clap…
I turned to look at Claire, who without any indication that she was anything but deeply asleep, sat bolt upright in her seat, clapped exactly five beats along with the crowd, eyes closed but in perfect time to the thundering noise: Clap… Clap… Clap… Clap… Clap… and then promptly flopped back to her mom’s shoulder and slept for another ten minutes.
We amused her with the story on our drive home. Guess what has been a running joke in our house for the last few days… sleep clapping? Is that a thing?
I’ve been teaching my sister-in-law Settlers of Catan by repeatedly trouncing her at every opportunity then watching the thirst for revenge well up inside until it drives an insatiable passion to beat me. Seems to be working.
That spending the morning with my Californian cousins will highlight just how Canadian I really am.
Here we go again… December is Blog-Every-Day Month. No guidelines. No rules. No set topic. No nothing no how. Just an article with at least one complete sentence, every day…
December 6 …because grandpa needed some help with his piano skills
Sunday morning at her grandparents may have seen Claire wide awake and torturing her cousin with her mad Minecraft skillz, but after we threatened her with a longer-term iPad lockdown if she didn’t learn to abide by the social norm of sleeping in and declining to turn on half the lights in the house at 6am, she took her grandfather by the hand and gave him a well-rounded piano lesson instead.
Does Facebook count?