London had her first dance recital last week.
It was at 10 a.m.
That's kind of a problem for me these days- I'm still so sick most mornings. I couldn't miss it though, so I rolled out of bed at 9:45 and made it on time- no make-up, probably dressed like a dork...oh, well.
I walked in the door and her dance teacher, Miss Courtney, looked at me with wide eyes and said, "You are so pale. Can I get you something to eat? A bottled water? Are you okay?" (And please don't throw up in my dance studio)
"This is just how I look at ten in the morning when I'm pregnant," I told her. (Something like the living dead)
I accepted a bottled water.
Miss Courtney really is the sweetest lady ever- and so great with the kids she teaches! London and I both adore her.
I made it through the recital, and so did my breakfast, mostly due to the fact that the recital was short and no one in the room was wearing strong perfume.
I even took a few snapshots of the fun.
The girls danced to "Beauty and the Bees"
(Beauty and the Beast tune, hummed by what sounds like buzzing bees)
Miss Courntey and the girls.
London and one of her best friends, Alice.
Is there anything more delightful in life than having a little girl?
(Most of the time, anyway)
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