Going to the Bullpen

This week had some good and some bad. The good was that while driving, I took it upon myself to turn left whenever I wanted, the people around me stayed in their lanes, I could turn right on red, and the surrounding traffic kept its appropriate distance in front, behind, and next to me. How could this be, you ask? Well... I was in the United States. What could possibly be bad about that? I was there by myself. I don't normally travel a lot, but the last two months or so have been abnormal, with my second week-long trip in 4 weeks, it's taken its toll. We will all be going to the U.S. in three weeks as a family for a vacation and we are looking forward to it.

As such, my anecdotes are all about life in the USA, which you all know about. Upon my return, Candace indicated that she had a desire to blog. When I told here there was a one blog per family limit as dictated by Al Gore, the inventor of the Internet, she didn't believe me. When I told her the Internet was full, she didn't believe me. When I told her that the blog readers would never accept a guest blogger, she didn't believe me. When I told her that it didn't bother me if she had some perspectives to share and she wanted to share the blog, she finally believed me. After all, the name of the blog is "Los Argentinos Mouritsen" and not "El Gaucho David" or "El Gran Bloguero David Mouritsen" or "This is My Blog, and Only Mine Mine Mine." So Candace has prepared some thoughts on life here and different things that will be incorporated into the normal posts.

I'm sure you'll be able to tell whose is whose... since mine are random and written like a third-grader. So, I'm calling the bullpen... Ladies and Gentlemen, my wife:

Music Class

I have decided to join the blogging world. I know my posts won’t be as clever or funny as Dave’s, but our daily experiences are so different and I wanted to share my experiences.

With Claire in school and Caroline napping in the morning I wanted to find an activity I could do with Sam. I found a music class and thought it would be perfect since Sam loves music and dancing (mostly he loves noise). I have taken him for seven weeks now. The class is held in a room filled with stage props and other distractions. The first week I could hardly get Sam to participate in the class at all. He was so distracted with all the things in the room. I went up to the teacher afterwards and told her this wasn’t going to be a good fit for us. She was going to charge me so much for one class as opposed to just paying for the whole month so I decided to just try it for one month. I did a lot of talking with Sam before the next class and told him he needed to participate in the class and not touch all the props or climb on the stage (what kid can resist props and a stage?) The class is for kids 18 months-4 years old. Sam is not quite 3. Almost all the other kids in the class are around 18 months old. Sam is and always has been big. People always think he’s much older than he is. He is really twice the size of the other kids in his class. Those who know Sam know that he lives his life with a scream, a jump and a run. His voice has a default setting of LOUD. After the first week he started to participate in the music class. He got really excited about it, which brought about another problem. In his excitement, Sam knocked over child after child. He hardly noticed them in his efforts to dance and jump. I watched the looks on the other mom’s faces. I think if they had a vote we would have been voted off the island. Last week one of the little girls hit Sam in the head with a wooden instrument. You all probably heard the scream. We have enjoyed the class together. I just hope we haven’t ruined it for all the other kids. Sam is a joy. He is rough and tough. I remind him regularly to be gentle with his sisters and me. It just isn’t in his nature!

Back to Dave.... ha ha... I just wanted to include a couple of my favorite pictures.