Branching Out

Jacob and Hannah are now 6.5 years old and we decided, at the insistence of their maternal grandparents, that it was high time they started music and dance lessons. So, Jacob is taking fiddle and Hannah is taking step dance each Monday during the school year. Their teacher is called Buster Brown and, when he calls, the display on my phone actually reads Buster Brown. He told me that he has trouble calling collect from the States. Apparently.
Jacob has had 4 lessons and has not yet played a note as he first must master proper bowing, picking up of the bow and holding the fiddle without the aid of his arm. I also have to master this as I am required to teach it to him between lessons. Below he is practising holding his fiddle without the use of his arm for 30 sec and 60 sec intervals. I do a lot of counting. Doesn't he look grown up?

One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand ...

And, dear little Hannah, our civilising factor. She is progressing quite quickly at step dance and has completed three steps of the basic reel. She, unlike her mother, is quite light on her feet and has good rhythm. Despite my inability to dance, I also have to learn the basic reel as who else can teach between lessons? (There will be no videos of me.) Of course, being Hannah, she must also contend with at least one brother while attempting to perfect her step. This time it was her twin. Nevertheless, she puts on a good show considering her shadow dancer and the action of gravity upon her pink pants. And kudos to anyone who can figure out to what use we have put the top of the train table.