The Hills (of Cicero) Are Alive With the Sound of Music

Actually, Cicero has exactly zero hills.  And, thus far anyway, we have exactly zero music.

But we DO have a new trombone!  What a ruckus THAT caused in our household today!  And by ruckus I mean loud screaming for turns to try it out.  And lots of trombone honking.  But so far, the honks definitely beat the screeching squeaks from Connor's turn at the viola last year.  *shudders in memory*

Connor has decided on learning the trombone for middle school band and in his rabid enthusiasm and excitement insisted on getting it THAT VERY SAME DAY we turned his permission slip in.
  

Do you see a common theme/fixture in all these photos?

Shelby was FASCINATED with the trombone.  Obsessed.  Absolutely completely psychotically OBNOXIOUS.

It didn't take Connor long to discover the number one appeal of playing the trombone - the sliding thing that he could BONK people with.  I clearly remembered getting bonked more than once in band because the flutes had to sit in front of the stupid trombones.  *grumble grumble*  Connor started with Shelby, the nearest target.  I kinda sorta couldn't blame him, though.

Shelby protested by sitting IN the trombone case.

Upon his arrival home from school, Noah joined the ruckus and got his turn.

Connor decided to try and silence Noah's attempts by plugging up the trombone.  With his hand.  It didn't work.

Shelby then tried to help Noah out by continuously shoving "the instwuctions!  the instwuctions!" in his face.

Noah brought in the princess wind-up music box to add to the music fest.  Someone please help meeeee!

While Mark relived his glory days as a trombone player in high school, Shelby spotted the camera, forgot about the trombone temporarily, and started modeling and posing.

And at last, it was finally Shelby's turn.

Don't let the flower hair clippies and her silver sparkly shoes fool you - this little girl is girlie-girl in appearance only.  She hangs pretty much exclusively with bros, after all.  Whatever boys can do, she can do better.  Or louder, anyway.  She carries Hot Wheels cars and dinosaurs in her (pink flower) purse, she can burp louder than anyone in our family AND she's our kid LEAST afraid of bugs.

TIME OUT: As I sit here typing, Noah just ran through my office with Connor and the trombone chasing him.  Had to take a blog time out to remind Connor that the trombone is NOT a $900 toy.