Dancin Dancin

On Monday night I had the devastatingly emotional pleasure of attending my

little Tater Skater's first ever dance recital.

(well, not the VERY first, but ages 1-3 can hardly be considered dancing.  

no matter what angle you look at it.)

We just got her back into dancing at Showcase USA this past August.

She is doing so well!  

They teach confidence, singing, dancing, self assurance, friendship, hard work, dedication and anythingelsepositiveyoucanthinkof.  

We love it!  It is very great.

Please with these cheekbones Tatum!

Please!

Stop getting so old and beautiful.

But, while we are on the subject.

You are welcome.

i kid, i kid.

Come on though.  Knock out.

I wish I could blame my emotional messness on postpartum hormones and such.

But the truth of the matter is, I quit nursing 5 months ago, and so one can assume I am normal?

BUT

 I'm not entirely sure why I cried my eyes out:

on the opening number

on the Silent Night number

on the little (non dancing) baby girl numbers

on the sign language number

when they gave the dance company owner and her husband a present

AANNNNDD...

 when on the last dance, the pretty senior girl did a solo because it was her last Christmas performance with  The Showcase USA, and after she finished the rest of the big girls dog piled her.

Now

Why would that make me cry?

I don't know that pretty senior girl.

But anyhow,

It was a magical night.

I love the spirit of Christmas.  

It seems like everything has just a little glimmer of magic in it. Ya?

 I was so so proud of my lovely little babe.

She did a great job.

She is really coming along nicely.

And after a mommy/baby ice cream date

we were so thrilled to come home and find Cinnamon waiting for us.

  I am also thrilled to not know how to work my camera.

But, are you as pleased as I am as to how clearly the ornaments on my tree turned out for this pic?