Monday, August 11, 2008

School of Rock

A friend gave me School of Rock to watch a few weeks ago. I sat down with my girls one Monday night while Bill was in school to watch it. It's been a while since I've watched much more than cartoons with my kids, so parts of this show were eye-opening (or jaw-dropping) to say the least. Kyra gives me the eye. The one where she's saying, "is this OK?" while at the same time smiling and resisting a chuckle. Tasha's not sure what's going on but we have to enforce the fact that, "we don't talk like that"..."or that"... It was lighthearted, we were laughing, and I haven't heard any of those words repeated yet. I do have two concerns:

1. We watched it once. Then we watched it with Bill. As the scene began that included the first swear word (the one that I didn't even acknowledge) Tasha bolts over to Bill's ear and whispers, "Dad, Dad. He's going to say a bad word but we say butt." Are you kidding me, she remembered that from a week ago? Hmm. Trouble I tell you, trouble.

2. The final scene includes some serious rocking out. Tasha was wired for like an hour after watching it, and dancing to it, and singing with it, and jumping all around the living room. She did it both times. It was on last night again so we turned it off well before any rockin' began. This is a kid that is really affected by music. I've seen it before in other kids, just never my own.

I guess my concerns really should be more observations and I should harness the awareness that I have. Maybe, just maybe, seeing and hearing the right things will stick just as well as the bad. And maybe I can find the kinds of music that harness her energy, focuses her feelings and calms her intensity. That would be really nice. Cool Jazz seems to not make her mad, but that's all I know for sure.

On a completely unrelated note... Men's gymnastics is just amazing. I haven't seen the Olympic team in like 4 years or something (haha), but they are just awesome! Of course I'm smitten with the USA team and even know a couple of their names. (Horton hears a Who, and Justin somebody) On a critical note I will say this about the American team: 1. they pretty much clunk it out on the floor exercise (the Chinese are much more graceful!); 2. Listening to Horton's pep talk was a little like listening to President Bush (he's from Houston); 3. None of them are as impressive as Mitch Gaylord was back in the day.

6 comments:

The Turley Times said...

Mitch who? What day was this? ;-)

H said...

Is that Scott or Sarah slamming my age?! Back in the day of Mitch and MaryLou Rettin (?spelling)... I'm going back to my rocking chair, arthritis rub, and bowl of prunes now.

The Turley Times said...

Scott IS your age....and he said "vaguely" when I asked him if the name Mitch Gaylord rang a bell. I do remember Mary Lou on the Wheaties box, though!

And I just barely noticed the little message here that says WooHoo! Thanks for sharing your thoughts! Did you program it to say that? Does my blog tell you that when you comment?

btg said...

OK, the men's team is not as graceful as the womens's team, but it is because of the strength aspect. And lets be honest, do you remember Mitch Gaylord because of his gymnastics prowless or because of how he looked in "American Anthem?' If you do not remember. Google his name. Im pretty sure it was for his looks! Kinda like the only reason wou will glance up at a football game!

Crystal said...

I don't mind you telling everyone that I am the evil influence in your life that gives you movies with a few curse words in it (actually I had forgotten there was any cursing in it). But now that you are hooked to Jack Black, I just want to say "chel-lo".
Crystal

H said...

Oh my. I've got a whole post in my head about Mitch Gaylord...or the lack of actually knowing who he is, what he did, and what Bill THINKS he knows! But yes, the only reason to glance at a football game on TV is for a little butt shot. I would recommend the Cowboys, something about those shiny silver pants...