First Recital!

So, in this new millenium of ours, where photographing, videotaping or otherwise documenting the lives of tiny persons under the age of 18, particularly when they are parading around in their sparkly, tutu-ed goodness - with the obvious exception of those whose mothers who deem it appropriate to make them the victims of reality television - is considered akin to admitting to pedophilia, preserving the adorable memories of my daughter's very first recital was decidedly difficult.

We are currently awaiting the "official" dvd that we ordered and that will be ready in as early as 6-8 weeks, and in the meantime we are poring over our grainy photos and reminding ourselves of how she was the very cutest and clearly the most talented dancer of the lot.

Costumes arrive! 

Profesh photos are exhausting. 

Dress Rehearsal! 

What's up girls? How about those clowns back

there with the tutus on their heads!

Unfortunately, I have no stage pictures, but the routine was to this song:

...and the next time you see us, if you ask nicely, we might perform it for you. Yes, we. In a stunning and rather unexpected burst of stage-mom-itis, I memorized the routine and we practiced for weeks leading up to the show. 

What? Is that weird?