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.

 

baritones

It’s the middle of the day and I am supposed to be sleeping right now because I am working tonight. Obviously, I am not. But I am resting in bed with my laptop and a cup of very strong coffee. Going to need that and more to get me through the night for sure. I am also enjoying listening to the voices that carry through The Big Top.

Baritones, both of them, deep in conversation.

I love my baritones.

temperature control

Well, good night honey. He walks over to the bedroom window to close it shut.

Wait! 

What?

You’re not really going to close that are you?

Do you know how cold it was this morning?

No.

Do you care?

No.

I woke up shivering. My teeth were chattering.

Pats the bed. That’s what the blankets are for.

Remember when you were the one who was always cold?

Good times!

Menopause sucks.

You have no idea…Can you turn the fan on please?