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piano lessons with Grams



I am a huge believer in the benefits of music on growing little minds.  Brain injured and otherwise.  But especially brain injured.  Smile 


If I were rich I would totally have Trevy plugged into music therapy.


If I were more energetic I would totally set about convincing the school to implement music therapy into their program.


Since I’m neither…


I added Pandora to our iPad and give him unlimited amounts of play time with it.  I also sing to him before his nap and nite nites. 


And…Grams is giving him bi-weekly piano lessons too!







It’s supposed to be Special Needs friendly.  There are cute little color coded stickers to place on the keys.  Which of course, Trevy promptly began picking off.  Thankfully, Sharpies come in the needed colors.  I’d like to try and see you pick those off, Mister!  In love


He’s not playing like Beethovan or anything…


but with hand over hand assistance and a compliant mood, he can play a mean version of Row Row Row Your Boat!


…danielle
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Mrs. M said…
This is amazing!!!!
I love it....and the patience and pride of your grams too.
How wonderful, Danielle!
March 30, 2012 at 9:53 PM
jared said…
what do you think is better, online piano lessons or the good old fashioned human teacher?
May 23, 2012 at 2:49 PM
Danielle said…
I think there are pros and cons to both approaches.

...danielle
May 23, 2012 at 3:15 PM
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