Saturday night we attended our daughter’s ballet performance. ‘Creative Movement’ is the official title of her dance class that we go to every Tuesday evening … that’s one way of describing it;) We were really looking forward to finally seeing the outcome of what the girls had been practicing behind closed doors for the past few months.
As the crimson red curtains opened at 6:30 pm sharp, parents’ faces lit up and our excitement was practically audible because, well, they just looked so darn cute up there — we couldn’t help it! As the music began, I felt myself getting teary seeing my little ‘snowflake’ on the big stage. However, a few seconds into it, it was quite apparent that one little snowflake was completely distracted. Yep — it was my snowflake. My tears quickly turned into horrified looks at my husband as we both made a face that said something along the lines of WHAT IS SHE THINKING UP THERE?!? Oh dear. At one point she was actually plugging her nose and telling the ballerina next to her (quite loudly, I might add) to do the same. *sigh*
Oh well. At least she looked cute, right?!
We left at intermission since her part in the show was over and we knew there was no way Eamon would last until the end. Niall and I joked on the way out that perhaps we should look into a different extracurricular activity for our daughter?! Ha ha. Méabh seemed quite proud of herself so we just played along and told her she did great (while rolling our eyes at each other:)
On the bright side: she LOVED wearing her ballerina dress — and I’m thinking we’ll have to use it as a Halloween costume come October just to get our money’s worth out of it;) And, as long as I don’t reflect too much on her dance moves — or lack thereof — I got some of the cutest snapshots ever:)
