Saturday was the second (and last) parent watch day of the dance year. If you remember, the last one did not go so well. Alex pretty much refused to do anything other than pout and whine.
Turns out that she was sick, and her stage mother was forcing her to dance anyway.
So we kept the expectations low for this time around, and thankfully it went much better.
She actually showed signs of enjoying herself, and get this-- she danced!
The giggling you here in this clip belongs to my husband.
(Really, it's him.)
He finds Alex's dance moves amusing. I don't know why, I mean she's a total natural. We're counting on her to help us retire.
Alex is pretty much her daddy's mini-me. She really only inherited one thing from me, and that would be her backside. She's got a bit of a rump.
The title of this clip is: Shake what yo momma gave ya!
This one is...a little disturbing.
If we ever show up to dance class and find that they've installed a pole, I'm pulling her.
It's not the booty shaking either-- it's whatever you call the next move.
This one is funny only because her neck didn't actually break during that last somersault.
The recital is coming up at the end of May. This is my first go-round with the dance world, so I made sure to read the handbook.
Did you know that the recital will last almost 3 hours?
And that Alex's part in the recital will last about 3 minutes?
And that the costume was $70?
And it is 35 minutes away from here?
And we have to go the night before as well for a dress rehearsal?
Today I found out that parents are supposed to bring flowers for their little girls for after the show.
But I think she should be bringing me flowers.