And here she is…the first of 24 acts this evening. Her class’ 30 seconds of glory was followed by about an hour and a half of the rest of the ballet company, which I fear I will be seeing in its entirety for the next 14 years. Anyway, Raggedy Ann did really well, performing fearlessly and confidently waving and shouting to Mommy as she exited stage right. Afterwards, she exclaimed “I wasn’t even embarrassed!”
Tomorrow, we embark upon Rory’s first (of probably many) ballet recitals, chock full of her fellow ballerinas and dutifully attended by their parents, many of whom have become our friends. In all the whirlwind of activities, it has been fun to think about all of Rory’s little friends and fam, and how blessed we are to have them (and their parents) in our lives.
If you have a little girl, chances are you’ve heard of Fancy Nancy and her doll Mirabelle Lavinia Chandelier. Right after Rory read the book, she HAD to dress up. She is equally persuasive as Fancy Nancy and, were a friend-boy to come and visit (or have her over), they might be forced to dress up as well (Watch out Stotts and Yeagers).
We were hibernating over the winter, but now that pollen coats our cars and we have made it past the tenuous 30-day trial of keeping a pet turtle alive and well (more on that later), we will resume our regularly scheduled blog entries, complete with pictures and quotes.
To start it all off, here’s a joke:
Two cannibals were eating a clown. Suddenly, one turns to the other and says, “Hey, does something taste funny to you?”
(No, Rory did not tell that joke to me. I got it from the CEO of my company.)
