tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40203000756951414362011-11-26T08:38:52.373-08:00A newsletter about the * rhymes we’re chanting *songs we’re singing *moves we’re making *instruments we’re playingjfriesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11151229114785164554noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020300075695141436.post-21735960425308740852011-11-26T08:33:00.000-08:002011-11-26T08:38:13.802-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief!</span><br /></div>The kindergartners were going around sharing what they would like to be when they grow up. On the opposite side of the circle, one little girl was torn: "I just don't know which one I want to be!" "Well, honey" said I, "Just tell us both." "I can't decide if I want to be a teacher or . . . [waiting] . . . or a house-cleaner!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020300075695141436-2173596042530874085?l=d97jfriesen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jfriesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11151229114785164554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020300075695141436.post-64521086165359066072009-12-17T07:25:00.000-08:002010-02-10T09:45:43.387-08:00Hi! Just starting out here. What happens in the music room that you'd love to hear about? What happens at home that would make me smile? Let's share our stories here! Click on the angel's face to the right and let's go!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020300075695141436-6452108616535906607?l=d97jfriesen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jfriesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11151229114785164554noreply@blogger.com3