Grace had her dance recital last week. Her costume was the epitome of cute, little girl, dream ballerina dress. It had a huge, poofy skirt, ruffles, sparkles, flowers, and it was pink. What more could you ask for?
We got a couple dozen pictures of her dancing on stage with her class that only a parent can really love. As expected, in most of them none of the dancers are doing quite the same action. It was cute. Scott and I particularly liked the two times we caught Grace spontaneously giving a thumbs up.
She seemed to really love being on stage. She was beaming in her class dance. By the end, her happy face was gone, however. You can see her little pouty face as she's holding her teacher's hand. She told me later she had hurt herself and was sad.
But I wouldn't blame her if she was just so tired and crabby from the length of the recital. In my opinion, dance recitals definitely shouldn't be more than three hours long. And if they're during nap time, you can expect me to do this:
We happened to sit next to a friend who caught this picture of me and Henry near the end of the recital. Grace said next year she wants to do karate instead of dance. We'll see. I'm guessing the karate recitals aren't as long, which makes it tempting.
