I'm not kidding. See for yourself.
This year's performance was downtown at the Byham. Liv's case of nerves ("the stage is SO big!") was soothed by the fact that they had actual dressing rooms ("they were SO cool, mom"), and she danced beautifully.
I'm so proud of her and the effort she's put forth the last 18 months. The improvement is remarkable. *mwah* to my awesome, graceful daughter. Lord knows she didn't get that grace from me, though I'm pretty sure the awesome was all my doing.
After her performance, we traipsed over to Eleven for dessert (or, in the case of Liv, dessert AND pretzels with cheddar beer sauce).
Papa came for the weekend so he could see the performance and spend time with the girls. It was an excellent visit and it's safe to say that both girls are big fans of Papa Weekends. And not just because he convinced me to let them have their breakfast (yogurt and berries) in a waffle bowl.
He pushed Bea endlessly in the cozy coupe and played ball with her. He listened to Olivia's crazy stories about school and friends. He fed them dinner and bathed Bea and made them "movie 'nacks" (popcorn).
They loved having some 1:1 time with him. I think it might be the first time Bea's had that (or have I once again forgotten some crucial detail of that crazy part of 2011?) and she's hooked. She fell asleep on the way to drop Papa at the airport; when she woke up, her first words were a very indignant, "Hey, where Papa?" She was not pleased with my answer.