Winter Dance Recital.
Rosie had her winter dance recital on Friday night. Tyler couldn’t go because he had to work. I hate that he never is able to take days off, he has to miss all of these things.
Rosie did a really good job dancing this year. Her dance class is just for fun, it’s not strict competition dance or anything. They only practice one evening a week. Ada absolutely cannot wait until she’s old enough to take dance class! I think she can start next year when she’s three.
Rosie’s group danced to Winter Wonderland this year.
With her friends before the program started…
This is her best friend at dance class. I need to get them together to play outside of class.
Rosie has one front tooth halfway in and we’re waiting on the second one to make an appearance.
All she wants for Christmas are her two front teeth!
Miss Rebecca applying lipstick. Rosie was so excited to wear make-up.
Why is my baby so big??
I took a few pictures of the littlest girls because they were ridiculously adorable.
Rosie’s group was next!
I couldn’t fit them all in the frame from where I was sitting with Ada in my lap. Oh well.
Rosie loved this part the best, the final pose. I wish I’d gotten a picture of it centered but I couldn’t just jump up out of my seat…
This one is funny. I took it right as the lights were going down.
Afterward each girl got a ribbon to commemorate participating in dance for fall 2012.
Here’s Rosie getting hers.
Then Rosie turned and said very loudly, “Well what do I do now?” and the entire audience laughed.
Here’s the edge of their group shot for the entire dance studio. Rosie’s looking like a goofball…
Afterward. When Tyler saw this picture he said, “Thanks for covering her up as soon as possible.”
With my parents:
I totally lost the battery charger for my camera! I realized it on Friday when I went to charge the battery before the dance recital.
I need it for when my little boy gets here in just a few days!! I need it for a wedding I’m shooting this coming Saturday!
I tore apart the house and it’s not anywhere. My battery lasts a long time, but it only has one cell left and I’d never, ever go to a wedding without all batteries fully charged.
I finally gave up and ordered another one, an off brand that got good reviews, and paid for 3 day shipping. It’s supposed to be here between the 18th and the 21st.
Might have to use my old camera at the airport on Thursday. Ugh.
I’m so frustrated. The last time I had the battery charger was when I was unpacking from the beach trip. (Yeah, my batteries last that long for the 5d mk II!)
I hope the new charger comes soon. I’m sure I’ll find the old one any second, now that I’ve bought a new one. There’s no where locally I can buy one that I know of.
I feel too sick to go out and search stores or call around either, way too much effort at this point in my misery…I mean pregnancy.
Oh and I got some Zofran! It works only halfway. Takes the edge off. I’ve only taken three of them so far, when I feel super sick at nights.
Ok so the warnings that this stuff makes you constipated are no joke. (TMI, run away now!)
I’m normally a constipated person, always have been except for that parasite issue after Mexico. But this Zofran is really, really screwing something up.
I think it’s beyond natural remedies. HELP! My intestines are so delicate after the parasite that I’m terrified to take a lot of Zofran or stool softener, they just get angry and out of whack so easily. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
But at this point the constipation is not nearly as scary as feeling like you’re going to throw up any second for hours and hours. That is pure misery.
Yay pregnancy. I don’t think I ever want to be pregnant again. I want a large family but I cannot handle being this miserable with kids and a house to run. I just can’t.
Tyler is never home, he even worked Saturday, leaving here at 3 in the afternoon and getting home at 5:30 in the morning. (Where he found me still awake, in bed crying and trying not to dry heave.)
I could handle more pregnancies if I had someone to do the dishes, feed the kids, vacuum, mop, and take care of the chickens for about two months in the first trimester.
I think I need a sister wife. Only she can’t actually have sex with my husband. She can just do chores.
Wait, that’s a maid. Except I can’t pay her. That would mean I need a slave. That would be too mean.
I just need a volunteer, how about that?! Too bad there are no takers.
In about six more weeks I should feel somewhat less miserable. Just six more weeks. I can make it, right?
I wonder if I can explain to Host Boy why I’m not feeling well. I’m so upset that I’m sickly now, of all times. I keep crying over it.