Posts Tagged ‘ballet’

My Week(220) in iPhone Photos

Monday, January 19th, 2015

Three day weekends confuse me. I forgot it’s Monday at least 5 times today. Wait, is it Monday?

Sunday:

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My children got up so early I saw the sunrise. At least it was beautiful?

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This adorable moment photobombed by a nose-picker

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Neck floatie of torture is still enjoyed

Monday:

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Singing a snow song

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Making calls on her shell phone

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This is not a baby blanket but the baby does not care

Tuesday:

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He’s skeptical at my decision to go “a little lighter” at my hair appointment

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Best color

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Grocery shopping helper

Wednesday:

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OH SISTERS

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I was doing SO WELL not buying things…and then I stopped

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There has been a lot of this recently (MAYBE BECAUSE SHE KEEPS GETTING UP AT 5 AM)

Thursday:

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We’re getting really good at this

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But this is still the only place he will nap.

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Angry Birds helps him wait his turn

Friday:

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THESE ARE NOT ALL MINE DON’T FREAK OUT. It was a babywearing playdate.

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The color of the wrap = the color of his eyes

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Baby friend chat!!

Saturday:

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Post-dance sticker goes on your head, obviously

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DID SOMEONE SAY NURSIES????

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A lady at the grocery store threatened to steal him. I don’t blame her.

I an very much enjoying our day off today and not really looking forward to the rest of the week where we all have to get up and DO STUFF. Not doing stuff is so much easier. Especially in January. Blech.

Dance Mom

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

Caroline had her first ballet recital on Friday night. She’s taken 13 weeks of classes and she’s only three and half, which means about 75% of the performance was her staring into the wings to watch the teacher and 25% was her screaming the words to “Deep In The Heart Of Texas” with a giant, dramatic point at the audience for every “Texas!!!!!!!”

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That was pretty standard for the entire class, although there were a couple of girls who you can imagine on So You Think You Can Dance in 15 years (or whatever the 2030 equivalent is – So You Managed ¬†To Not Let Technology and Common Core Ruin Your Life And Are Capable Of Expressing Emotion With Your Movement Directly Into Our Brains??). They’ll say things like “I’ve always loved being on the stage” and “I can just feel the music and connect with it naturally.”

Caroline will probably not be that girl. I mean, this is a really early prediction and far be it from me to crush her dreams in any way and if she wanted to spend the next decade in dance classes I will be NOTHING but supportive. But I do not thing dance is going to be her thing.

Dress rehearsal was…long. And a little stressful. The class is through a local town’s parks & rec department but the instructor REALLY wants the kids to do a good job so she can be capital-I Intense. There may have been some yelling because the 3 year olds didn’t have the laces on their ballet shoes tucked in. There was some public scolding about an improper hair clip. The teacher is basically a SAINT for dealing with. like, 100 kids whose parents don’t care enough to pay for fancy dance but want a recital anyway, but even saints lose their shit a little bit right before curtain.

By the end of rehearsal, when all Caroline had left to do was the Hokey Pokey with the rest of the little kid classes, she lost it. She was the kid – the only kid – who ran off stage crying that she wanted her mommy and didn’t like dance anymore. I left Evan to misbehave in the audience while I tried to coax Caroline back on stage.

When I say “coax”, I mean I tried every single thing I could think of that didn’t involve physically dragging her on stage and leaving her there. I told her she needed to be a big girl. I told her she could quit if she wanted to and we could go home. I told her she was being ridiculous. I promised her ice cream if she would JUST STOP freaking out. I told her everyone got scared before they went on stage and it was totally OK and I loved her no matter what. I told her dancing was FUN and she LOVED dancing and why didn’t she want to do some FUN DANCING on the stage?

I don’t really know what my parenting style might be called, but it is definitely not “consistent”. I have no idea what I am doing.

The next night, before the actual performance, she threw a fit again. I was supposed to drop her off with her class back stage but every time I tried to leave her eyes filled with tears. There was an incident with her hair bow (apparently it was on the wrong side and needed to be moved despite the fact that no one had EVER said ANYTHING about WHICH SIDE it needed to be on before WHATEVER I DON’T CARE) and she started crying again. I went back to comfort her (mistake!) and she started the clinging/crying/yet insisting she DID want to dance cycle all over.

I left. I sat in the audience with all my crossables crossed that she at least WENT on stage, even if she just stood there.

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And she did great! Once she was out on the stage under the lights she performed and hammed it up and blew kisses. She loved the applause and the cheering and being the center of attention. She did both routines as perfectly as I could have hoped from a 3 year old. It was adorable.

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But even though it ended well, I’m not sure how I feel about signing her for more classes. I don’t want to be the mom who pushes her kid to perform when she doesn’t want to. I didn’t like snapping at her not to mess up her hair or smush her skirt. I am embarrassed that I was embarrassed when she was upset and even though she knows I am SO proud of her I don’t want her to feel disappointed in herself if she messes up. I loved dance class when I was a kid but never really loved the recital part. To this day I have that nightmare where you show up backstage and realize you have NO idea how the routine goes.

I am probably (definitely) overthinking this. Caroline is 3. If she says she wants to take ballet again in the fall, she can take ballet again in the fall. If she DOESN’T want to do the recital next June, she doesn’t have to do the recital. I do not have to have a philosophical discussion with myself over Intro Ballet or Beginner Tap and whether or not I am turning into a crazy Dance Mom after ONE recital. If you ask Caroline right now if she liked performing she will say “YES!” and shout at you about the stars at night and their largeness and brightness. That’s really what matters. But I think I learned something about myself and my parenting I am not sure I’m totally sure I like what I learned.

Let’s ignore my poor parenting and just squee over how adorable my daughter is instead.

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Adorable cowgirl themed finale costume handmade by me…HAHAHAHAHA NO, I bought it on Etsy. I could have tried to find her some jeans and a bandanna but this was easier to do from the couch.

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My Week(191) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, June 29th, 2014

I was going to say we did “nothing” this week, but apparently I am incorrect. We did nothing besides go to the beach and the aquarium and the grocery store and got ready for/attended Caroline’s dance recital. That was more than enough.

Sunday:

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Be quite! I am working on my puter!

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Traitor cat prefers my husband and doesn’t care if that hurts my feelings.

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Footie jams in summer: sighting #1

Monday:

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Outside swim lessons are exciting

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Our collection of Wendy’s kid meal clicky things is now very impressive

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Adorable sleeping hands

Tuesday:

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Beluga watching

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Obsessed with Friendly’s, like all good New England children

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Aunt Amy sent Caroline some costume jewelry. Caroline likes ALL of it.

Wednesday:

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He told me he was sailing to New York City

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There is so. much. sand. in my car.

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Dance recital finale practice is more fun for her than me

Thursday:

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Grocery shopping is cause for fancy dress

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Two of a kind

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Dress rehearsal (The routine was to Deep In The Heart of Texas, which starts “The stars at night, are big and bright…”)

Friday:

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8:30 am, lazy baby. (Footie jams #2)

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You’d think she’s never seen grapes before.

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Falling asleep on the couch is one of the best parts of summer (Footie jams #3)

Saturday:

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Baby prep day! Now we can spy on the children without missing The World Cup…

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We have one extra place to set the baby down (beside the borrowed rock’n’play and the free basket)…

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And I have drunk so much red raspberry tea I might actually turn pink. COME ON BEBEH!

This was one of those weeks where I really love living in Connecticut. The weather was gorgeous, we enjoyed the aquarium and the beach, and I was struck by how small/friendly/nice our community is. We ran into people we knew everywhere, which is a pleasant thing to happen when I’m always thinking “What would happen right now if my water broke?” Not that I would just abandon my children at the park with a friend, but the fact that there are friends AROUND would make going into labor at Target less mortifying.

Two more weeks (and 3 days BUT WHO’S COUNTING) until my due date and if my What To Expect app asks me one more time “Have you had the baby yet?” I’m going to set it on fire.

My Week(178) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, March 30th, 2014

As of RIGHT NOW if someone knocked on the door I wouldn’t be ashamed to let them come in. All the general living areas of the house are in fairly decent shape with no visible disgusting messes. Except the basement. The basement is full of water. ¬†Hopefully it stops raining before the whole house floats away and no one gets to see my nice clean kitchen.

Sunday:

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Aquarium day

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Mr. Ray says hi

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Peas in a pod enamored with technology

Monday:

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Despite the face, she was very excited about the flower

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Scanned and Artkived 6 months of kids art so I could THROW IT AWAY

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Hugging the bump

Tuesday:

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I got an emissions inspection, he built a castle

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Comparing our big bellies

Wednesday:

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Happy to be in a second session of swimming

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Pretending it’s spring

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Drive-thru dinner makes me happy too

Thursday:

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Hats

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Getting their namaste on

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Thank you Aunt Sara! Unicorn is their new favorite!

Friday:

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ALMOST warm enough to be outside

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Helping Brutus be brave

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All of us doing things we love: Caroline is napping, Evan is building, I am watching HGTV

Saturday:

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“Reading” me the info about her first dance recital!

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Father-son bonding over blowing shit up

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I spent 2 hours last night trying to pick a font for a new header. You probably didn’t even notice.

This is going to be a crazy week leading up to Evan’s birthday party on Saturday (FIVE! FIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!) but I’m excited. The weatherman is promising it will warm up, there are crocuses blooming in my yard, and my house looks like it’s been attacked by pirates. In a good way. They left a lot of hats.

I also have big plans to get my eyebrows done. I live a very exciting life.

I was also accepted to promotion for that new Disney Pirate Fairy movie that means I HAVE to go buy it the day it comes out and the kids HAVE to watch it. Considering they both scream their heads off every time the preview comes on it shouldn’t be a hardship. Like my friend Sara said, Disney basically buys ad space on the inside of parents’ eyelids, but in this case they’re also paying me to make my kids wicked happy. Blogging is still cool, even if I’m not super good at it anymore.

My Week(176) in iPhone Photos

Sunday, March 16th, 2014

I spent 3 hours and $900 on my minivan today, and if anyone had ever told me that would be my life 10 years ago I would have died.

Sunday:

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Chalk markers changed my life.

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She will literally sleep on any flat surface.

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Bunk bed building buddies

Monday:

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Good bye, see ya, I’m done here.

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Matching princesses

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My goal for Monday was to clean the new shared room. This was after THREE HOURS. We own too. Much. Stuff.

Tuesday:

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Everyday I’m scooterin’

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SO CLOSE TO SPRING. WE WERE SO CLOSE.

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Peek-a-boo princess

Wednesday:

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Hugging a beach ball

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Hugging a different beach ball

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Learning to dive is his MISSION IN LIFE

Thursday:

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Go $#%& yourself, Winter

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Birthday balloon update: Still mostly floating after 3 months.

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Thursdays are exhausting

Friday:

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Dress up and glitter slime playdate

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Showing off the muscles he grew when he ate his whole sandwich

Saturday:

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Warm up moves

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She thinks having a blue tongue is the most AMAZING thing ever

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Handsome

ONCE nice day this week and I’m ruined. I’ve lost my ability to handle the cold at all. I’m like a snake that shed its winter skin and all I can do is think about how nice and warm I would be if I lived in Florida or California or Hawaii.

Although right now I will accept 2 more weeks of cold as long as we can have beautiful, warm, sunny weather for Evan’s 5th birthday. The world of “these are your friends because I like their moms” and “these are my friends because I go to school with them” collided, and my guest list is a little out of control. Mostly that’s exciting, since this might be the first party Evan REALLY remembers and it’s going to be super fun. But also having all those people trapped in my house instead of using the porch/patio is going to be…well, horrible. It would be horrible.

Fingers crossed.