(Read Part I here.)
We only have one daughter who’s in dance right now—my middle girl, my littlest girl.
“Little” as in petite itself.
Petite as petite can be.
Now then. What with all my blogging about baseball and soccer—all the good-natured complaining about simultaneous games and chilly venues—I haven’t said much about Felicity’s sport. I haven’t said much about her weekly lessons, or how she applies herself to learning ballet with her characteristic grace…and focus…and discipline.
You see, Felicity has her one big “game” tonight—her recital, and we’ll all be there. Big Brother will miss a night of baseball and Big Sister, her soccer match. Even my husband, who admittedly is far more comfortable on a field than in a theater, will be there to see his daughter’s debut.
They’re all fine with this; I’ve made sure of that.
Ed. Note: I do love these crazy-busy days, where more often than not we are flying—flying!—by the seat of our pants (or in my case, skirt) from one event to the next with little planning. Yesterday afternoon, for example, we had to be across town for Felicity’s dress rehearsal at the same time as Jem’s baseball game. The solution? The boys rode their bikes together and the girls & Anthony & I drove to the rehearsal. Snacks & supper (and hair accessories) had to be purchased on the run…
…which we did, at the local Wal-Mart. : )
I did well, too! Luna bars for a snack in transit, and a yummy summer meal of hotdogs, baked beans & fiesta corn for dinner upon our return. We were all reunited at the dinner table—my boys, my girls, my husband & me—at 9:00 p.m. for our late-night meal.
What can I say? We’re European.
(But we pretend.)
Pray for Felicity, please! (tonight being her big night & all)