Coupla quick Bennyisms and some Beethoven

Sorry it's been so long -- the semester is in full swing and I've been a little busy.

Bennyism #1:  Neil walks into the room.  Ben looks up from his tablet and says, "E-reader is a very relaxing icon."

Bennyism #2:  This morning Ben was searching frantically for some toy and couldn't find it.  Neil asked him for a description:  "It's metal, and it's a rectangular prism."  [Turns out it was one of his toy baking dishes.  They studied various three dimensional shapes in school last week.]

Remember how Ben was inspired to learn how to play Ode to Joy on the piano?  It's coming along very nicely, thank you.  Neil shot this quick video the other evening during piano practice.  We're still working on the ending, but still, you gotta be impressed.

Still grieving quietly

Our cat passed away in December.  Ben was clearly shaken by this at the time, but he didn't want to talk about it much.  I think that's just his personality.  This morning he and I were watching the neighbor's dog through the window, and he said, "I wish there was a way to un-die Virginia, so that she could be with us for awhile longer."

Hip Hop Happiness

Ben has been taking hip hop dance lessons since September, along with the kids of some of our friends.  Here are all four boys (ages 3-4) puttin' on a show at the end of Tuesday's class.  The cheering is from the "big girls" who have a class at the same time in an adjacent studio, and often serve as audience for the hip hop gang.

I didn't try to caption this one, because there's really no dialog except for the occasional "woo-hoo" or "Good job!", and some unintelligible lyrics.  You gotta love the pose they strike at the end.  These are preschoolers with some serious street cred!

Benny van B

A month or so ago, Ben's paternal grandparents sent him this great book called My First Classical Music Book, by Genevieve Helsby.  Ben loves it, and it has become de rigueur bedtime reading.  He's been working on his pronunciation of the names of Tchaikovsky and Stravinsky, and he pretty much nails them both now.

It's a wonderful book.  There's just one thing I don't like about it.  I quote from page 26:  "Poor Beethoven even went deaf ... but he still composed music!"  Yeah.  Poor guy, he went deaf.  Sucks to be deaf, don't it?  Now, the thing is, going deaf was indeed a hardship and a tragedy for Beethoven, for all sorts of obvious reasons.  And even today, when life is so dramatically different in almost all respects for people with hearing loss, it's still often a hardship.  [We're having earmold issues.  Even with the best technology, living with hearing loss can be a real PITA sometimes.]  But it's most definitely not a tragedy, and it stings a bit to be reminded that the automatic reaction to deafness is pity -- "poor deaf kid."  Kindness, consideration, sometimes a little accommodation, but not pity, thank you very much.  In any case, I'm not comfortable reading that line to Ben -- or at least I leave out the "poor" part.  I guess it's fortunate that we usually look at that book after his equipment is out, which effectively dodges the issue, at least until he learns to read.

But that's my only complaint -- really, it's a great book, and I highly recommend it.

And that's the history behind the following exchange with Ben as I picked him up from school today:

Ben:  I'm deaf!
Me:  Yes, you are!
Ben:  I'm not wearing any hearing equipment.
Me:  [looking with some confusion at his equipment] Really?  Then how can you hear me?
Ben:  I'm listening through a speaking trumpet!

He went on to insist that I call him Beethoven all afternoon, and when we got to page 26 of the book this evening, he said, "This is my page!"


Cool speaking trumpet!



From later in the same book.  Ben named this character Yo Yo Giraffe.



Ode to Joy

Here's Ben conducting the Ode to Joy from the fourth movement of Beethoven's 9th Symphony.  He's actually more enthusiastic than he looks -- this was the first time he'd heard the original symphonic version, and he was busy taking it all in.  (Oh, and I'm sorry about the whole sideways thing -- new camera, and it frankly hadn't occurred to me that you shouldn't hold it in portrait mode while making a movie, duh.  Lesson learned.  Just turn your head.)


Whence this interest in the Ode to Joy?  Well, Ben is a little fixated on this video.  Now, don't judge.  Granted, the ending is a little intense for a four-year-old.  Ben calls this the "Beaker and Thunder" video.  Part of his fascination with this video stems with the fact that the metronome is like the one his piano teacher has.  Anyway, he likes it.  And now he's learning how to play Ode to Joy on the piano, so I really can't complain.

Operatic Bennyism

As Ben and I walked down the hall of his preschool this afternoon, he said, "Mom, do you remember the part of The Magic Flute where Papageno is eating the feast sent to him by Sarastro?"

And it occured to me that this was quite likely the first time this particular sentence had been uttered in that hallway.

Ben has also been practicing the Queen of the Night's aria.  The one that my sister and I used to butcher sing on the last leg of the school bus journey, when the only kids left on the bus were us and a few others from our neighborhood who already knew we were weird that way.

Here's a very peaceful scene.  It's what our street looked like at about 6:15 am last Friday, when I went out to shovel the driveway for our first snowfall of January.  We got a lot more over the weekend, but today it hit 50 and rained all day, so Ben's lovely snowman and igloo are now ignominious lumps of slush.  I think we somehow skipped winter and it's really, secretly, late March, but nobody's telling us.

Of banana splits and magnet compositions



Why yes, that is a Yo Gabba Gabba placemat.  Don't judge us.



Ben creating one of his magnet compositions

 

Ben playing one of his magnet compositions, for Mozart Mouse


Well, the first picture is pretty self-explanatory.  No, he didn't get to eat the whole thing himself.  He shared it (somewhat reluctantly) with us, and it was delicious.

At his piano teacher's recommendation, I got a "Music for Little Mozarts" piano instruction kit which includes, among other things, two stuffed animals named Mozart Mouse and Beethoven Bear (he also has Mozart and Beethoven action figures, acquired separately) and this great magnetic white board.  One side has the piano keyboard that you see, and the other has staff notation.  There are ten small note-shaped magnets, and Ben's favorite piano-time activity is placing these on the keyboard and then performing the result.  It's been a great vehicle for him to learn the pitch names and locations, and he's pretty much mastered that.  He usually practices at the piano in the living room, but this was an impromptu act of creativity at the electric keyboard in the guest room, timed especially so as to delay his bedtime.  He knows how to manage me.