My reenactment did not soothe her.

Oh dear.

I just recalled faux turquoise potato necklaces. Uhg.

My mom's tone-deaf, and at least is aware of it (of course, she can't avoid it when her kids are giving her abuse for singing during Mass). Dad, OTOH, is a great singer, and the two of us love to sing along to his John Denver and Kingston Trio tapes in the car.

My brother's got his three kids really involved in music--I've bragged here before about the 15-y.o. nephew's playing six different stringed instruments as well as drums and piano, and the 12-y.o. niece is a wonderful pianist, cellist, and gorgeous singer as well. The 8-y.o. is more into sports, but he still takes drums and guitar lessons.

never could sign , but I do it all the time

shall I add spelling and typing to the things I can't do well.....

I was not at all into crafts as a kid. boreing. now, I bead. the head space is what I didn't have as a kid.

What are those?

ETA: that was re turqoise by way of potato...never mind. I think I got it

beth, if there were the opposite of a spelling bee, I think I could beat you.

Ah, dancing. I have been known to remark "Do they have chips in their heads telling them what to do?" while watching people square dance, which tells you a little something about my physical coordination.

See, square dancing I always liked. I'm much better at dances with steps.

Hee--we had square dancing lessons in 5th-grade PE, and boy, were they excruciating!

I can't do any hand-eye coordination stuff well, due to the Mixed Dominance, but I can roller and ice skate and swim and bike and jump rope. Never been much at cartwheels, but was great on the balance beam and the uneven parallel bars. I also did well at ballet and other dance forms.

I LOVE to sing and can do it badly. I am going to try to learn to play the ukelele this year. It's much easier than the guitar and then I could play with the BF.

Dancing - I hae no idea what I llok like - I just care what it feels like. And actual steps, well just like anything else it takes forever. I took ballet and modern dance in college. Most of the time I looked like a bear. I didn't really care, and I would take ballet again because tiny movements= big work. It felt good.

I've taught adults to swim. A big chunk of it is getting them comfortable in the water, if they've gone that long without learning they just don't enjoy the water the way a swimmer does. They're uncomfortable and uncertain and fun is way the hell out of the questions.

I know I've been able to swim since shortly after I was able to walk, so I have little perspective. But I can't imagine how ducking your face into the water is affected by your buoyancy. It seems weird.

Because if you feel like you're going to sink like a stone and die as soon as you move its pretty scary. And if you're tense you'll never float at all (particularly if you are dense) and you WILL sink like a stone as soon as you let go of the edge.

And a lot of people are freaked out by submerging their faces. I used to spend more time than you'd think with kids sitting on the stairs rubbing water on our faces before they'd even just put the tips of their lips in to blow bubbles.

I loved to swim when I was younger but I would never swim in deep water. This is partly because of fear and partly because my legs just aren't strong enough to make me a really good swimmer.

I taught an adult with a disability to swim once. We would experiment with what was comfortable or strong for HER and then proceed from there with modified strokes.

I always loved the water. I did water baby before I could walk and couldn't be kept out of the breakers once I could toddle. When I started formal swim lessons someone told me "if you can swim in six feet of water you can swim in six HUNDRED feet of water" and it blew. my. mind.

It was the only place where I was graceful (skatin? skipping rope? those others? HAH! not likely) and to this day its hard to get me out. A few summers ago at the shore a teenage cousin and I were in rough breakers for seven hours straight before his mom all but dragged us out to go home.