Tubas & Sisters

This morning, bright and early and before school, I hear my son playing his tuba. I giggle because it’s a tuba and it’s loud. I stop to wonder if anyone can hear it oom-pa pa, oom-pa paing along.

Just last night my daughter was caught saying, “Why does it have to be the biggest instrument? He has to play that thing…”

She said this to herself as she walked by the tuba which was sitting in one of the living room chairs. I think she probably rolled her eyes as she prepared her bag for early morning choir.

Now I sit here contentedly preparing for my day and I giggle. I have a daughter rolling her eyes in exasperation and a son, who enjoys an early morning tuba session. Both caught up in being very authentic, I’m thrilled to have been a spectator for both events.

Oom-pa Oom-pa Oom-pa…I have a post to do. Happy Thursday! I’m off today!! Watch out WordPress. I have something brewing…and it isn’t just coffee.


17 thoughts on “Tubas & Sisters

  1. I played tuba for a year when I was 13 in Jr. high band. Mainly because I thought it was funny.

    I was too small to reach the mouthpiece and so had to sit on a phone book.

    We learnt Puff the Magic Dragon. I still smile when I think about it.

    I think it would be awesome to play Super Mario Bros theme on tuba πŸ™‚ Totally works!

    • How cool is that! My son is tall and still has to sit up straight to make it all work. πŸ™‚

      Yes, my family as a few tuba players sprinkled in on my father’s side. I told my son when he went to try-outs not to be surprised if he was best suited for the tuba. I had the knowledge of the family side-story. πŸ™‚

      Apparently the private instructor is often playing for the Houston Symphony, so yea, I guess he knows a few fun songs too. LOL

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