Yes, and?

This weekend Smallsteps attended an "improv" music camp for piano players, where she spent a few hours on Friday and half the day on Saturday practicing, before putting on a show for the parents. It was a circus theme, and it was kind of interesting to watch the different groups, separated by age, play their tunes and do silly tricks. I won't call any of it high quality, but it was fun to watch. And most importantly, Smallsteps enjoyed herself and got to do a little bit of freestyle playing with others listening, not just her parents.

I showed her some jazz piano videos tonight.

_{(colouring at the restaurant)}

After the concert, we went to eat at a burger joint that has decent gluten-free options. There was a hockey game about to start near by and when we arrived, it was packed with people in jerseys grabbing a bite before the start. But, we only had to wait ten minutes or so before we got a table and once ordered, the food came quickly. I have decided not to order that much for myself now, as I end up eating leftovers from my wife and daughter anyway.

Fuck. I am turning into my dad.

Except he had a very fast metabolism.

Today, it was really cold outside, so we stayed in, cleaned the house and I also lit the fire to try and get a little extra warmth for our downstairs. My wife is freezing all the time, but for me, I am still walking around without a shirt on. A train myself to not be quite as affected by the cold, and even when I take the dog out at 4am in the morning, I am just in underwear and rubber boots.

Sexy.

So far, I don't think anyone else has seen me like that, but as we head toward summer and the sun rises earlier, I guess I better put at least some pants on, otherwise it will be "you know the house with the guy..."

We even made it to the gym, and to the shops because the fridge was empty. But unfortunately, Smallsteps is running a low fever, so she will be home from school tomorrow. Not that I mind, since I will be here anyway and having her at home means we can play some games together. And she wants to watch a documentary show on prehistoric times we have been slowly cycling through with David Attenborough narrating.

David Attenborough is awesome.
He is 99 years old...

And still working harder than most Gen-Zers.

Tonight, before going to bed, Smallsteps sat at the piano for an hour or so, trying to play songs by ear. She is pretty good at getting them "close" considering she is such a beginner, can't read music, and is not great on the left hand. But they are usually recognisable enough. But her real strength is making up her own songs and this afternoon she was playing something and I thought she was playing from a tutorial video, but it was great. If she keeps it up, she will be writing her own songs in no time.

Once she can write music at least.

But tomorrow won't be the day for writing music. Instead, it will be a sick day for her, where she will be both disappointed she won't go to the school, but also happy as she can do whatever she wants instead. On sick days, she can take it easy, watch some TV, eat a little of what she wants (rice porridge), and just hang out with me and the dog. When she has a fever, she is so calm and sweet.

But for me, because I will be with her and likely have to get up to take the dog around 4am (in my underwear into -30C temps), I am going to head to bed myself. As not only have I been trying (with limited success) to improve my sleep schedule, but I am also likely to get sick at some point too and I am far less calm and sweet. Being tired on top won't help matters.