Nutcracker

I was poking around through my camera roll recently and realized I had failed to mention Eva’s ballet recital.  What kind of mother am I?

The easily-distractible kind. 

Wait.  What were we talking about?

Oh, yes, Kitty’s recital.  It was the Nutcracker and my baby was a gingerbread girl.  She was the cutest little gingerbread girl you ever did see.

Like most things in life, the whole ordeal was a mixture of happiness and grumpiness.  First of all, the recital didn’t start until the evening, and then it started 30 minutes late.  Michael and I ran to get dinner beforehand at the closest place we could find.  It turned out to be KFC – terrible choice – and I spent most of the recital wishing I could open a hatch and empty out my stomach contents. Seriously.  Worst meal ever.

BUT - Kitty was adorable onstage.  There was a part where her little hat fell off and she spent a good amount of time fiddling with it instead of dancing; kind of a bummer.  Bad call on having hats on 6-year-olds.  Just sayin’.

It was after 9pm by the time the show was over, and you can guess how Kitty reacted. 

She was a tired grump.

So was I.

And Michael took approximately 32 blurry photos.  I didn’t say anything rude to him about it.  Or maybe I did.  No matter.

But even as a tired grump, she’s so darn cute.

I love her! (And the blurry-photo guy too.)