Dance Recital

Today was E's big dance recital. Wow! Glad that's over. I learned a very valuable lesson...never-I say-never volunteer to be a "dance mom". I don't have the constitution for such a thing. Well, I take it back, if the group is small (5 or less) and all the girls are well-behaved, I may reconsider. What was I thinking? Spending two hours on a blanket in a slippery hallway with 12 fidgety girls in tap shoes (no food or drink allowed) is not my idea of fun! Notes for future reference: 1) When one's "got to go"...they all have to go. 2)bring tv/movie player with movies 3) be aggressive, don't let those older girls leave first, they can wait! 4) eat lunch before leaving for recital

Me and my superstar

Mom2three


It was so hot today, in the car on the way home, I could feel something dripping down my torso under my dress. It felt like water, but I'm sure it must have been sweat.


We went to a diner after the performance was over to have our celebratory floats and sundaes. I thought I was so cool, remembering the auto sliding doors on my minivan. I opened all the doors while we walking to the van on the way out of the restaurant and whoops-there went the balloons-up, up and away, heaven-bound. Of course every adult in the group, turns to look at me as if to say, "What were you thinking?" But luckily for me, everyone held their tongues.



Late in the evening N and his grandfather were playing soccer in the backyard when, to our dismay, yet another ball bounced over the fence into the neighbor's yard. Well, as the record stands, once it goes to the neighbors, we never see it again. So this time N and grandfather decided to take a little walk to the neighbors to retrieve the balls. I told them they should take a bag with them, because I was sure there were more than one (at least a few) balls down there. So they come back full of smiles, bag overflowing, with eight balls. I was a little embarrassed, thinking my son must be a little greedy bugger, but not wanting Grandfather to catch on to my skepticism, "Are you sure those are all our balls?" On closer inspection, they actually were! A little sun-faded and worn, but name markings still visible on most.