Jenny Anne Mannan

American Songstress

Chill. Life is good.

It's almost the end of the school year. Time for wrapping up academics, end of the year recitals, final soccer games, a fond farewell to structure, and an eager and overdue hello to sunshine.

I love it when it's nice enough to do school outside. Especially when Violet decides on a getup like this.

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Why yes, that is McGuffey's Eclectic Primer. Do you remember it?

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I certainly do. "I see the boys and girls with their books and slates." And, "Look! There are John and Sue by the mill pond." Oh, a simpler time. When kids were named John and Sue instead of Wingspan and Banjo. (Thanks to Tina Fey for that one.)

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I am so proud to have a southpaw boy. I know he gets frustrated that the cord on the magna-doodle stylus is too short, and scissors are hard to use, and he has to use most toys backwards, but I happen to love being a lefty. One day, when he's interested, I'll tell him all about the long, proud history of southpaws in our family - his Great-Grandaddy Bulla and his Great-Grandma Peterson, his Uncle Kit, his mama...

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This is what Waylon tends to do when we're doing school. He hook his finger in his mouth and practices being a toddler. He's really good at it. Also he borrows Sissy's accessories.

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On Saturday Violet danced in her very first Irish dancing recital. There she is on the left. I was playing in the band and didn't get the front of house view. I did, however, get to see her eager little face when she turned around. Through my tears of course. Why do moms cry so much?

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My goodness.

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My kids come from a long line of Irish dancers - their daddy's little sister and brother, my little brothers and sisters, and their older cousins have all danced their hearts out to jigs and reels - and of course my hope is that my little leprechauns will carry on the tradition.

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The glow of performance is very persuasive.

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Waylon, meanwhile, will be dribbling food on his collar and reaching for the camera.

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