One lost little ballerina...

A BIG thank you to my mom for guest blogging for me. She has chosen to share the recital story with you. She has a wonderful way with words... enjoy!!

One lost little ballerina...

Oh, wait, that part doesn’t come yet… Let’s back up a bit. After months of anticipation, the day of the big dance recital finally arrived. Ballerinas arrived in clumps to the high school, with their costumes draped on hangers, covered by plastic bags to keep them clean. The tutus puffed out the bags in unwieldy shapes. The ballerinas, (the little ones towing their mamas by one hand) headed to the dressing room. The rest of us herded ourselves to the auditorium.

Tucked into my seat in the third row, this grandma could hardly wait. I was blessed to have TWO little three-year-old granddaughters dancing in the same class. I don’t know who was more excited, the mamas and daddies, the big and little ballerinas, or the grammies and grampies. You could feel the anticipation. Finally, the lights dimmed and the big velvet curtain opened. The dancers were fantastic. The big ballerinas showed off their skills and expertise. The little ones fumbled around adorably, bringing coo’s and applause from the audience.

Finally my little blue birds were on stage. The class seemed to forget their steps halfway through, but no one could have been prouder than me. What they did not have in skill, they more than made up for in adorableness. Since the little blue birds did not cry or get scared, it was obviously a big success.

A blur of dance numbers followed, each more colorful and beautiful than the one before. Then, the big finale. Each group did a few short steps and all of the ballerinas were on stage at once for a final song. Things could not have gone better.

And then... the big heavy curtain pulled shut… but wait!! One little ballerina almost gets caught in the curtain… uncertain what to do she takes a short step out of the way, and the big curtain pulls shut behind her, leaving her stranded all alone on stage!!

One Lonely Little Lost Ballerina, looking around bewildered. I am sure she was thinking ‘Uh oh, this can’t be right, where did everyone go? I don’t remember doing this in practice!” Some in the audience laughed, one grandma and one mommy began to panic. The little ballerina’s eyes got big and her little bottom lip started to come out… At last, the teacher saved the day by going up on stage to guide the little ballerina to the wings, to thunderous applause.

Of course, the little ballerina was a blue bird, one of my adorable grandchildren, and that is how Gracie ended up being the star of the show.

Now why am I not surprised? You can see for yourself by just watching the last ten seconds of this YouTube video! (It may take a minute to load but it is well worth it!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF5d_1W4ZZM&feature=channel

checking in

No time to blog just yet, but I will tide you over with a picture from the big dance recital! There is a great story coming on that whole deal, I ASSURE YOU!

I spent the weekend playing crazy pageant mom. If only I had a big bouffant hairdo and wore some crazy makeup. Alas, just plain old me and my camera.

Here is one TIRED bluebird!

Well hello...

Well hello. Maybe you remember me? I am the blogger that never blogs! I can explain, really! My job- my soul-stealing job job that I am so thankful in this economy to have, runs me down, down, DOWN this time of year. From mid-March to May 1st I live and breathe my job. I work a full day, go pick up the kids, feed them something that resembles dinner but comes from cardboard box and has microwave directions on it, then I work some more. At some point my husband rolls his eyes at me and demands I help calm the wild beasts we call children, long enough to get them to bed, then I work some more. It sucks frankly. I don't think he'd be real sympathetic if I said, "Honey, can you just hold out a little longer with those monsters so I can real quick write a blog?" In his mind, blogging is right up there in importance with alphabetizers our can cupboard.

But in honor of Easter I do finally have a day off. Both Monsters are napping so here I am in all my blogging glory. When you start to get hate mail from people because you've neglected your blog- you know it's time to get back on it!

The sad thing is I really have nothing to say. But, I haven't posted any pictures in a long time so how about I do that!!?!???!?

Here we are Easter morning. Guess what the Easter bunny brought to our house???


And then we spiffed up to meet at Grandma's church. You gotta love babies in polka dots!

Then we put our comfy clothes on and had a good old fashioned egg hunt!
You know when you are too busy to hike your drawers up, then you are really having a great time!
And I think this picture about sums it all up. I think this is her, "Lord, this pie is good, I hope the Easter Bunny brings me even more stickers next year!" look.

Things I'm really good at...

So, there's a lot of things that I'm just really superb at. Seriously. Remember how great and patient I am at being pregnant. They should probably name a saint after me or something. I could be the patron saint of crabby pregnant bitches everywhere. People could wear little pewter charms around their neck with a huge pregnant woman scowling.

Oh yeah, and remember how good I am at actually having babies. Like, failed inductions. Who knew right? Yes, you can in fact go completely against nature and fail at having a baby. At least for 50 hours you can. Then your body just spits it out like a little watermelon seed... or maybe that's just me?

So, I've recently failed again. Remember that whole Wiener, aka weaner thing? Well, I made it 3 days. On the third day of gigantic boob pain (the pain and the boobs were both gigantic- just to clarify), and 72 hours of crying jags and emotional outbursts, I gave up the weaning. I decided that I just wasn't ready and luckily, my body wasn't as ready as I thought it was. So, I scored some Fenugreek, a natural supplement that increases milk supply, and we're back at it. And things are going great. Well, I mean, my pee and sweat smell like maple syrup, but as far as side effects go I supposed there are worse things- like those 4 hour erections we talked about in the last post.

Maybe it's because I know this could be my last baby. Maybe it's because I know it's really good for my daughter. Maybe it's because I'm really not ready to fork over those 300 extra calories I get to eat right now. I don't really know, but regardless- I'm lactating and I'm happy! :)