years and inches later

Remember when 3 year old Hazel was nearly as tall as her 9 year old Uncle Daniel?

You know, before we got a diagnosis that explained it all and more, and before we began the daily injections of human growth hormones.

Well if you can recall those good times then you just might understand one of the reasons why I love this moment captured yesterday.

You know, besides the obvious fact that I adore these three people so much. This would be 15 year old Uncle Daniel, all five feet of him, standing next to his nieces; Hazel, turning 9 in 4 months and 5 years old Fallon. And although we are all very well aware that his nieces will likely pass him in height soon enough, because Hazel is currently the tallest student in her third grade, we all are very pleased with this moment.

I also have mad love for this shot because all three of them are getting along standing together and smiling. Given that this is Daniel, Hazel and Fallon, that might be an even bigger deal.

Like I said, many, many reasons to love this shot.

 

don’t touch

Some things will always and forever remain the same from person to person, family to family, generation to generation.

Especially during colds and flu season.

Seriously Hazel, don’t touch Fallon’s ticket…at least until you feel better. I sure hope that it is very soon.

universally the same

Today’s adventure took me to a holiday dance recital. When one of your grand babies is dancing on stage FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, you give up the chance to sleep in on a chilly, foggy Saturday morning. Okay I did hit the snooze button. Twice. But I made it and my favorite ballerina girl was thrilled!

And this is where the retired Dance Mom observes that dance recitals are universally the same…in EVERY way…good, bad, chaotic, crazy, rude, ridiculous, wonderful and pretty much every other adjective. The best way that they are the same is when you watch the one you are there for take the stage.

And as our ballerina took to the stage, the Mima-razzi was almost ready.

Which one is her?

She’s on the end, right there.

On the end right there?

Yeah, Mom.

And so I captured more than a dozen shots in quick succession of…someone else’s little ballerina with strawberry-blonde hair and porcelain skin. I realized that just as they finished and exited stage right.

She’s the one behind the tall ballerina.

Mima-razzi FAIL!

I’m blaming my daughter and not my old lady eyes. But I am thanking her for this video.

You guys!!!! Isn’t she the sweetest thing??!!

She is.

I hope she will some day recall this once upon a December day and smile. I know that I will.

 

five

Five is Fallon; who ever remains fancy and fabulous and funny. But today, she is five.

A whole hand.

Commence now the talk about where has the time gone because…Where. Has. The. Time. Gone?????

Her mother is wondering that right now. Me, I’ll be feeling the same and even more next month when my little girl hits a big milestone birthday of her own. But for now we shall celebrate being fancy and fabulous and funny and five and Fallon.