I have been meaning to write a new post, but life just seemed to get in the way. So since my last post, much has happened in our loud household. Leah has seemed to get over whatever was bothering her and keeping her up at night. Although she now needs to sleep with many, many stuffed animals - including a large dog called 'big dog'. I am crossing my fingers and toes that I haven't jinxed myself.
What else has happened.....ah yes, I am now officially a dance mom, and no I am not those crazy moms you see on that show called 'dance moms'. I just mean that my oldest had her first dance recital- so now it's official. The whole world of dance isn't new to me, I took lessons when I was a child - ballet, tap, jazz and if you believe it baton (what it was the 80's!) I was in recitals and I enjoyed it. I don't recall what it was like gearing up for a big show except for how it felt to be on stage with the lights, make up and hairspray! It was weird to be standing on the other side of the stage. I tried to explain to her what a recital was but I don't think she really understood it even though she had been working on her dance along with her friends for weeks. Then the big weekend came, yes they had to do 2 shows! She didn't say it, but I know Grace was nervous. Her and I arrived early for rehersal and it seemed to help her, so did putting on her costume and I'm sure the dousing of glitter didn't hurt either. When the time came, I stood in the curtins as my daughter took the stage. I watched her skip and point and jump and smile. I couldn't help but tear up a bit watching my Grace perform (she had mentioned to my husband that being on stage was her dream). Since then I have been able to removed the multiple cans of hairspray and glitter used on Grace's hair and have watched her try to re-create the entire recital (including the tap dances and ones on pointe) and I believe there will be many more dance recitals (maybe other type of shows) in the future.
Grace has also started asking just how famous is she since her picture has appeared in two local newspapers. I really hope I have not given birth a Kim Kardashian.
Next time I will write about the new house guests living with us.