Granddaughters' Dance Recital

The Looking Glass Corvette Club had planned to drive to the Wisconsin Dels for 4 days.  Darrell was kind enough to invite me to come along with him.  I have had few opportunities in the past to travel so I jump at every chance to travel to foreign lands.  Wisconsin may not sound foreign to some but for this girl who until the age of 21 had only been in 2 states (Illinois my residence since birth and Missouri, only because it is a short 20 minute drive from my home) Wisconsin is a foreign territory.  The trip sounded like fun but my two youngest grandchildren were going to be in a dance recital during that time period.  Grandma would have been in big trouble if she decided to go on a road trip rather than support my sweet girls.  Darrell generously volunteered to cut the trip short to get me home in time to witness the grand event.  Therefore I was able to participant in both events.

And what a grand event it turned out to be.  The little girls danced to the music from Disney's animated movie, Finding Nemo.  The children in the program ranged from the age of 2 up to high school.  Each dance number had 4 to 7 little girls performing their routines.  My two little fish were dressed in bight sea blue costumes and performed two dances for the audience.  Both girls had a brief shakeup when they lost their footing and fell.  Fortunately they took it in stride and bounced right up and continued the routine as if nothing awkward had occurred; unlike their grandmother who would have turned into a little turtle, ducked into her shell never to be seen again.

My sweet girls were totally awesome but the two year old babies stole the show.  This was the dance studios first attempt to have two year olds in a dance recital.  There were 7 precious baby girls lined up on stage in pale pink leotards, tights and tutus.  Each baby girl had her hair pulled back into a tight little bun (what hair there was).  One little girl was scared and crying when she was led out on stage.  She pulled her stiff tutu up to her face to wipe her wet eyes and snotty nose.  It would have been sad if it hadn't been so funny.  Then the music began and 7 pudgy little toddlers twirled, pointed their baby toes and swung their little arms to the rhythm of the music each one at her own pace.  They absolutely brought the house down with both laughter and clapping.  I laughed so hard tears streamed down my cheeks.

When I was four (the age of my 2 granddaughters) my twin sister and I were flower girls for the Franklin Illinois High School Homecoming.  We were so scared we forgot to throw out the rose petals as we walked in front of the 1955 King and Queen of the Franklin High School.  I can't imagine what we would have done if we were asked to perform for the audience.  Probably cry like the little 2 year old.  I know pride is suppose to be a sin but I just can't help myself.  I am so proud of my two little granddaughters.  They were awesome!