The Recital

Remember me being brave on the first day of ballet? That was nothing compared to tonight. For tonight, my friends, was the dance recital.

I have to say, over the last 10 weeks, I have come to enjoy going to Mommy and Me ballet. It has been better exercise purchase than many. It didn't collect laundry like the exercise bike or become a cat sanctuary like the incredible-squeaking-treadmill of doom. It helps that the only equipment required was a pair of socks and the SUV (aka The Four Wheeled Diaper Bag). So, the class has been a nice time of together-ness with the four year old while getting some exercise.

But the recital? Seriously.

For the love of my daughter, I just jumped over pretend puddles in front of 100 people. In a bright red rain slicker. And smiled while doing it. Did I mention my mother, father, grandfather, husband, sister-in-law, brother-in-law, mother-in-law and father-in-law all came? And recorded the whole event. Nice.

Sure, exercise is great but I've decided to stick to working out at the YMCA. And I hear there is a nice four year old ballet class (sans mothers) starting in the fall.

Because I am a glutton for punishment, I will post a picture as soon as "the video is rendered to flash digital and the moon is over the advent horizon" (I'm pretty sure that is what my techy husband just said).

By the way, this entry is serving double purpose as entering to win a Nintendo Wii and Wii Fit super-combo-dealio from Three Kid Circus. I probably won't get it but it is worth a try.

I'm Brave

I did something brave today...I took my 4 year old daughter to ballet class for the first time.

That may not seem so brave to you.

Did I mention it was Mommy and Me ballet? As in, mommy must participate with the child. And dance wear is recommended.

I signed up for this class on the spur of the moment because the four-year old class was full. I admit, I didn't think it through. But afterwards, the anxiety set in:

Will I have to wear a leotard and tights?
Is there a recital?
What happens if I plie when I'm supposed to releve and all the other moms laugh at me?

Seriously. I had all the "first day of class" nerves. I couldn't find the right pants right away when I was getting ready and my daughter said "Mom, just wear shorts!" but I don't have shorts that don't make me look fat that I can also dance in and wasn't she just worrying about what if the other kids weren't wearing pants with their leotards and lint rolling hers to get the hair off of it so who are you to tell me to hurry up and pick something to wear!?!

Deep breath.

So, it was fine. Fun even. Other moms were in regular clothes, they danced like normal people and not ballerinas, it was great being with my daughter sharing the experience. I'm glad I'm doing it and feel a little silly for being anxious.

But, there is a recital. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! :D