I'm not sure when it happened but at some point over the last few months I became a ballet mom. I'm pretty sure that I now have one or more friends with Got Bobby Pins? bumper stickers on their minivans and I've started carrying so many baggies of dried snacks that I could be mistaken for the whole foods bulk section. I kind of knew what I was getting into with Ava's last show but apparently this one has double the cast and therefore requires twice the time commitment. She's really been a trooper with all the practices and a 10pm bedtime for seven consecutive nights. And so far she's had one less meltdown then mommy so she probably deserves some sort of award.
Practicing the maypole dance
Little village cutie
The transformation from peanut butter faced, tangled hair, scraped knees, markered fingers five year old wild child:
Into foundationed, powdered, blushed, mascaraed, eyelinered, hairsprayed, perfect postured ballerina princess.
Chattin it up with Emmi backstage
Four delicious ribbon candies
Here's to her first show! Keep your fingers crossed that we'll survive four more.
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