23 May 2012

tiny dancer

This weekend Mabes had her first dance recital.  She has been in a ballet/tap class since last August and has been talking about the recital since before her first day.  She has been calling it her "Nutcracker."  Needless to say when we woke up Saturday morning her excitement was palpable.  

Of course that gave way to some nerves when I took her back stage to meet up with the rest of her class.  There may have been a few minutes of holding on to my leg with a steely death grip.  A few words of reassurance and a few of her friends coming over to talk to her helped.  


The dance academy she attends split all of their dancers into two separate performances.  The morning performance was all the small children.  It was so cute and hysterical.  From the little girl who stood on the side of the stage with her arms crossed refusing to move to the little boy who sang along with the music at the top of his lungs.  

The teachers were off the stage behind the curtain doing the the dances so the kids could watch for reference if they needed.  Mabes was able to keep up with the music and routine, even if she did spend most of the song watching the teacher.  

I was so proud of her.
Recital #4

Recital #1

I'm just sayin' cutest little ballerina ever.  (It is probably hard to see in the photos, but her face was all scraped up (especially across her nose) from a tricycle accident the day before.)
Recital #3

We were also blessed to have lots of family and friends come to support our little ballerina in person not to mention all the well wishes and good thoughts being sent from those who couldn't be there.  
Recital #2

tiny dancer

This weekend Mabes had her first dance recital.  She has been in a ballet/tap class since last August and has been talking about the recital since before her first day.  She has been calling it her "Nutcracker."  Needless to say when we woke up Saturday morning her excitement was palpable.  

Of course that gave way to some nerves when I took her back stage to meet up with the rest of her class.  There may have been a few minutes of holding on to my leg with a steely death grip.  A few words of reassurance and a few of her friends coming over to talk to her helped.  


The dance academy she attends split all of their dancers into two separate performances.  The morning performance was all the small children.  It was so cute and hysterical.  From the little girl who stood on the side of the stage with her arms crossed refusing to move to the little boy who sang along with the music at the top of his lungs.  

The teachers were off the stage behind the curtain doing the the dances so the kids could watch for reference if they needed.  Mabes was able to keep up with the music and routine, even if she did spend most of the song watching the teacher.  

I was so proud of her.
Recital #4

Recital #1

I'm just sayin' cutest little ballerina ever.  (It is probably hard to see in the photos, but her face was all scraped up (especially across her nose) from a tricycle accident the day before.)
Recital #3

We were also blessed to have lots of family and friends come to support our little ballerina in person not to mention all the well wishes and good thoughts being sent from those who couldn't be there.  
Recital #2

15 May 2012

internets, meet burrito. burrito, meet internets.

One of the biggest things that has prevented me from blogging lately this this little guy/gal:
Burrito


Apparently people really weren't kidding when they said no two pregnancies are alike.  I have felt sick to my stomach yucky for the last several weeks.  Which means there hasn't been much desire to blog and even if I did most days a post would look like this:

Today I didn't get out of my PJs until almost dinner time.  Mainly I laid on the couch or my bed.  Mabes kept herself entertained with imaginary friends and her toys.  When that wasn't entertaining enough I would use the handy DirecTV app on my iPad to control the TV and play movies and other DVR'd Disney goodness from the other room.  That's right I feel terrible and I let my TV babysit my kid, it is called survival mode.  Oh and I didn't feed her lunch until 2.  This hasn't been my proudest few weeks of parenting.

Anyhow, a few details for those of you who are curious.  I am currently 8 weeks along (due Christmas day!) and we figured rather than wait another month we would share the good news now.  One: because it is hard to keep a secret, especially after trying for three years to have this little miracle.  Two: we figured that it can't hurt to have lots of people praying for us.  Three: Mabes was about to have her little head explode from trying to keep the secret.  I don't think there is another kid on the planet more ready to be a big sister than she is.

Oh and in case you are wondering what the heck you are looking at in the ultrasound an explanation:
Burrito Explained
 I kind of think the baby looks like a pea pod.

internets, meet burrito. burrito, meet internets.

One of the biggest things that has prevented me from blogging lately this this little guy/gal:
Burrito


Apparently people really weren't kidding when they said no two pregnancies are alike.  I have felt sick to my stomach yucky for the last several weeks.  Which means there hasn't been much desire to blog and even if I did most days a post would look like this:

Today I didn't get out of my PJs until almost dinner time.  Mainly I laid on the couch or my bed.  Mabes kept herself entertained with imaginary friends and her toys.  When that wasn't entertaining enough I would use the handy DirecTV app on my iPad to control the TV and play movies and other DVR'd Disney goodness from the other room.  That's right I feel terrible and I let my TV babysit my kid, it is called survival mode.  Oh and I didn't feed her lunch until 2.  This hasn't been my proudest few weeks of parenting.

Anyhow, a few details for those of you who are curious.  I am currently 8 weeks along (due Christmas day!) and we figured rather than wait another month we would share the good news now.  One: because it is hard to keep a secret, especially after trying for three years to have this little miracle.  Two: we figured that it can't hurt to have lots of people praying for us.  Three: Mabes was about to have her little head explode from trying to keep the secret.  I don't think there is another kid on the planet more ready to be a big sister than she is.

Oh and in case you are wondering what the heck you are looking at in the ultrasound an explanation:
Burrito Explained
 I kind of think the baby looks like a pea pod.

14 May 2012

a home run of sorts

Sorry for the 20 days of non-posting.  Things have been busy, busy around here and something had to give for the sake of my sanity.  Between t-ball and dance for the girlie we have had something going on almost every single night Monday-Friday.  Can we just say, insanity?  The good news is that things are going to be coming to a grinding halt next week when Mabes has her dance recital and last game of the season.  Leaving us with nothing but a summer of total freedom.  I cannot wait.

Speaking of t-ball the way our league does it (and maybe all t-ball is like this, I don't know) we don't keep score.  We also give all the kids a chance to run to each base.  In other words, you hit the ball and you get to run to first.  Then you wait for the next batter to hit the ball and you get to run to second.  Then third.  Finally home.  Mainly this is used to instill the rules and basics of the game in the kids' minds.  Everyone also gets a chance to bat.  Which means that the kid who bats last gets to hit the "home run" and run to all the bases without stopping.  Dan came up with a rotation that would allow every kid on our team a chance to be the home run hitter.

This is what happened when it was our girlie's turn last week:
Bless her heart she plays sports like her Mama, or a rabid chicken with her head cut off.  Totally interchangeable when you think about it.  Also, I apologize for all the yelling you hear me doing in the background.

We have had a few other things go on in the last couple of weeks that also made it next to impossible to post at the time.  However, that just means I have lots to share this week.  For now I have a house in desperate need of cleaning and a four-year-old who has been patiently waiting for me to play a round or two of Old Maid with her.

a home run of sorts

Sorry for the 20 days of non-posting.  Things have been busy, busy around here and something had to give for the sake of my sanity.  Between t-ball and dance for the girlie we have had something going on almost every single night Monday-Friday.  Can we just say, insanity?  The good news is that things are going to be coming to a grinding halt next week when Mabes has her dance recital and last game of the season.  Leaving us with nothing but a summer of total freedom.  I cannot wait.

Speaking of t-ball the way our league does it (and maybe all t-ball is like this, I don't know) we don't keep score.  We also give all the kids a chance to run to each base.  In other words, you hit the ball and you get to run to first.  Then you wait for the next batter to hit the ball and you get to run to second.  Then third.  Finally home.  Mainly this is used to instill the rules and basics of the game in the kids' minds.  Everyone also gets a chance to bat.  Which means that the kid who bats last gets to hit the "home run" and run to all the bases without stopping.  Dan came up with a rotation that would allow every kid on our team a chance to be the home run hitter.

This is what happened when it was our girlie's turn last week:
Bless her heart she plays sports like her Mama, or a rabid chicken with her head cut off.  Totally interchangeable when you think about it.  Also, I apologize for all the yelling you hear me doing in the background.

We have had a few other things go on in the last couple of weeks that also made it next to impossible to post at the time.  However, that just means I have lots to share this week.  For now I have a house in desperate need of cleaning and a four-year-old who has been patiently waiting for me to play a round or two of Old Maid with her.
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