I decided to deep-clean the bedroom. I'm talking washing windows, scrubbing baseboards, dusting ceiling fans: the works. The girls wanted to help, so I gave them some microfiber rags, tuned the radio to the classic rock station, and we all went to work.
While engaged in our collective scrubbing and rocking out, Ronnie kept me immersed in a steady game of What's-This-Song-and-Who's-Singing-It? She also wanted details of each artist: when they wrote the song, if they were still alive, if they had any kids, what they looked like, etc. I kept taking breaks to look up information (shamefully, I'm not completely up to date on the life and times of Grand Funk Railroad). We were bordering on three hours of cleaning just the one small room, and I really wanted to just finish, so I suggested she keep a list of everyone who came on the radio and later, we could look up what she wanted to know.
So, that's what she did:
Even though her spelling was adorable, I told her it would be MUCH easier to look things up if the names were spelled correctly, so I re-wrote the list and she decided to copy it over in better handwriting. I pinned it on the wall where it waited until I made some time to look up the artists in our library system's online catalog. I put some relevant books and CDs on hold and a few days later, we walked to the library to pick them up.
On the way, Andy noticed some crazy icicles and we all discussed how they had formed.
I had asked Ronnie to bring her List of Musicians along; I wanted her to experience the process of independently looking up information in the library. After showing her how the CDs were organized by band name or artist's last name, she chose someone off her list and started sifting through the M's. She was very excited when she found a John Mellencamp CD all by herself!
We headed downstairs to the children's library where Ronnie, inspired by the fact that her middle name is Stevie, searched through the biographies for something on Stevie Wonder. 
Alexa, who loves anatomy, went off on her own search and discovered a book that looked very interesting to her.
We picked up our holds, added our new finds, and checked them all out. Of course I had the inevitable fine, and let Ronnie count the required funds from my wallet and pay the librarian. At home, I played some of our freshly checked-out CDs (skipping songs with not-so-appropriate lyrics), and Ronnie read her books. She learned that Stevie Wonder can't see, and decided to find out what being a blind musician might be like.
She said it wasn't so hard if you paid attention to what your fingers were feeling and ears were hearing. Which led us to conversations about how God designed our senses, and how our bodies can function when those senses are disabled, and braille, and wheelchairs, hearing aids and cochlear implants...and the learning process just keeps going on and on....
