In addition to the big shower this past weekend, we also had the privilege of attending Arle’s very first ballet recital. The first of many, I hope.
Her Grammy, Nana, and Lebo made the trek all the way from New Mexico for the big show and our sweet friends, Evan and Jessie made the trek all the way from KC, MO.
Arle seems to be quite the natural when it comes to ballet. I mean, she’s only about 3 1/2 steps behind on the choreography, which seems to be pretty impressive at this stage in the game. Am I right, or am I right?
If she does continue with this whole ballet bit, her momma’s gonna have to learn a bit of self-control. I was a ridiculous mess through the whole routine. I snuck up to the front to snap pics and was doing well for the first 4.8 seconds.
Then I got teary-eyed.
Then I got hysterical. Laughing hysterical, not upset hysterical.
I’m not sure what happened, but I suddenly went from sentimental tears about my baby growing up and dancing in her first recital to laughing uncontrollably through the rest of the performance. I was so embarrassed but I seriously couldn’t get a hold of myself. Fortunately it was such a hard-core laugh that it was silent, but it was NOT without buckets of laughing tears running down my face.
What’s wrong with me??? What kind of mother laughs throughout her daughter’s first on-stage performance???
I mean, a bunch of three and four-year-old girls dancing to Pretty Little Angel Eyes and all doing their own rendition of the actual choreography is hilarious in my book, so I’m just going with it.
Anyway, Arle had a ball and thought the whole thing was fabulous from beginning to end. Not a bit of stage fright for this kiddo. She never thought twice about going on with the show.
Her friends Kate and Hannah were in the class with her and they were all so stikin’ cute at the recital.