Rosie’s Spring Dance Recital.

My throat hurts so bad.

Why, throat?  WHY?

My tongue is swollen on the sides.  The glands in my neck are swollen.  Did I mention my throat is on fire?

Complain, cry, grumble.

 

While I’m complaining I have to mutter about our air conditioner, which froze up this morning.  It was 92 degrees out today with humidity above 50%.

I’m sweaty.  It’s fixed now, but I need a shower.

 

OMG my throat hurts.

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Rosie had her dance recital last weekend, on Saturday the 6th of June.

 

These are pictures from the dress rehearsal.  Thanks to Angry Ada I didn’t get any pictures of the actual performance, except for some really bad blurry ones because I was wrestling with Ada while trying to watch Rosie dance.  Such is life with a toddler-ish little person, right?  Especially one who is getting molars.

But alas the dress rehearsal pictures came out well.  I just wish Rosie had her hair up to match everyone else!

 

 

 

This is Rosie on the night of the performance while we were waiting for it to start.

It was only like 96 degrees outside and humid enough that the air felt like jello….this was a day that our air conditioner was broken, so we were already hot and miserable before the evening performance.  Heat and humidity can be so exhausting!

 

A few hours before the performance she had to get her hair done.  She was nervous about the hair spray.  (I guess you can tell what kind of hippies we are, we don’t use many hair products and my child was horrified by the idea of spraying something in her hair to make it stiff.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Did you know there is no evidence that vikings actually wore horned helmets? It’s a myth!)

 

Quick snapshot of Ms. I Hate to be Photographed as we were walking past the stage on our way outside to wait for the performance to start.

 

The performance was at a Catholic school downtown.

 

I wanted some pretty pictures of her all dressed up, but she didn’t want me to take any.  Poo.

 

No joke!  She did not want her picture taken, can you tell?

 

We walked inside in search of cool air…it was even hot inside the school, but we found some shops with air conditioning blasting.

That cheered us all up just a bit.

 

Back outside I bribed her for a few pictures.

I am willing to stoop to low levels.  Unfortunately she was still only semi-cooperative.

 

 

 

I still can’t believe she’s almost five years old.

 

Ada was an angry bear during the performance, but I did snap this telling photo…

Oh, four year old ballet…hahaha.