Last week was Maddie's first ballet recital. She's been taking classes since January and according to her teacher, has alot of natural talent for it. This is not from me, I guarantee it. I did gymnastics growing up and was not required to be graceful doing it. Although, she calls Maddie Gumby because of how flexible she is, and I will claim passing down the genes that make my kids freakishly elastic and double jointed.
Anyway, the recital was hilarious, and despite being HORRIBLY TOO LONG, fun. The girls were some of the youngest and even though their dance was about 3 1/2 minutes long, had to be there for dress rehearsals at 8:30 that morning. They got released for lunch at 12 and had to be back by 1 to get ready. The show started at 2 and got over at 5:30. Seriously. We were there ALL DAY LONG. She enjoyed it because she was in a backstage room playing with her friends and watching DVDs, but I thought I was going to DIE out there by the end during the individual presentation of awards to girls that had mastered their splits: left splits, right splits, center splits. Now demonstrate your splits, girls: left splits, right splits, center splits. AUGHHH.
There were alot of people there and it was held in a big theater with a balcony. Maddie was the first one in her class to enter and had to leap across the stage to her spot and wait for the others. I was a little nervous she'd freak when she saw all the people, but she just did her thing...and way better than in rehearsals. So we know she can perform under stress. I may tease up her hair real big and buy her a mini red, white, and blue sequin jumpsuit and start entering her in those scary little kid pageants all over Texas. The makeup and hair was her favorite part. KIDDING. I saw a sneak peak backstage at a few of those kind of moms at this recital and all I can say is "whoa. take it easy."
Maddie, far left. Awesome first position, her aunt would be proud.
I was not joking that hair and makeup was her favorite part. She was thrilled that even though she has short hair, there were a bunch of ladies backstage that were practically professionals at applying gallons of cheap gel and slicking back hair into buns. Except Maddie kept calling it a "hot dog." Mom, when are you going to put my hair up into a hot dog? I reallllly want to have a hot dog in my hair like all the big girls." She got her hotdog. And those boxes of Margaritas in the background, those were for me after sitting through that 3 1/2 hours of mostly bad dancing.