My children are always coming up with new ways to embarrass me.
Today in Jewel Audrey starts exclaiming "Mom, I see Santa!" I continue pushing the cart and essentially ignore her as she then proclaims it's snowing outside. Ok. She's pretending. This happens a million times a day. Then, a few aisles later, somewhere between the frozen vegetables and gluten free waffles she says it again, "Mom, look, there's Santa!" And again, "Mom, look....Santa!" Then, out of the corner of my eye I see the only other person sharing the frozen section with us. An older heavier set gentleman with white hair and a hat. I immediately turn so my back (I assume it was a man, as I didn't dare look that way) and smile briefly to myself. I did find it funny. Although quite embarrassing. Trying to make it sound like she's indeed telling a story, I ask her if it's still snowing outside as we quickly move down the aisle. I think we're almost out of ear shot when she says again, "But Mom, there's Santa!"
Had this been anytime after November I would have been saved. There are tons of Santa's everywhere that time of year! But May 31st is no doubt Santa's off season.
Sarah
31 May 2011
26 May 2011
a little annoyed.
not by this temperamental weather but while I'm on the subject....seriously, let's get it together. 89 degrees. 45 degrees. 80 degrees. tornado warnings. rain and 50 degrees. ugh. My furnace and air conditioner are so confused.
Today I'm annoyed by the constant remarks by Audrey's gymnastics teacher about Allie's weight. At first I shrugged it off. It was "oh look at those thighs" or "look at those cheeks" or "you don't miss any meals, do you!?" Seriously. It's been over 8 weeks. It's not funny anymore. Today the same teacher accidently tripped over Allie and knocked her down. She apologized, but said, "I'm surprised she fell over" meaning, as solid as she is. She followed that up a few minutes later by saying, "You've got to bring her in here in the fall so she can start to run around." I almost punched her.
Now really. Do you think my daughter doesn't run around? Do you think she sits, at 17 months old and plays video games all day long!? She just started running a month or so ago. She walked when she was 9 months. She's contanstly running around the house, running away from her sister, playing outside, climbing up the ladder to go down the slide.....The girl isn't lazy.
It's that innate protection that all mother's have for their young, especially the young who can't defend themselves. It somedays just isn't funny.
Just because you say it in a cute & joking voice doesn't make it ok. If her pediatrician isn't concerned about her BMI, then I'm not either. She eats healthy foods and she's been off whole milk for months now. (Even though most kids stay on whole milk until they are 2).
Audrey was "chubbier" than other kids her age but she slimmed down at about this age, and by the time she was two for sure. I imagine Allie will be the same way.
I love my kids chubby legs and pinchable cheeks. She's adorable. And she's healthy.
She's perfect.
I wonder if she was 10 percentile or even 25 percentile if the teachers would give me a hard time about her weight. Probably not.
Lay off my daughter's adorable figure.
Sarah
Today I'm annoyed by the constant remarks by Audrey's gymnastics teacher about Allie's weight. At first I shrugged it off. It was "oh look at those thighs" or "look at those cheeks" or "you don't miss any meals, do you!?" Seriously. It's been over 8 weeks. It's not funny anymore. Today the same teacher accidently tripped over Allie and knocked her down. She apologized, but said, "I'm surprised she fell over" meaning, as solid as she is. She followed that up a few minutes later by saying, "You've got to bring her in here in the fall so she can start to run around." I almost punched her.
Now really. Do you think my daughter doesn't run around? Do you think she sits, at 17 months old and plays video games all day long!? She just started running a month or so ago. She walked when she was 9 months. She's contanstly running around the house, running away from her sister, playing outside, climbing up the ladder to go down the slide.....The girl isn't lazy.
It's that innate protection that all mother's have for their young, especially the young who can't defend themselves. It somedays just isn't funny.
Just because you say it in a cute & joking voice doesn't make it ok. If her pediatrician isn't concerned about her BMI, then I'm not either. She eats healthy foods and she's been off whole milk for months now. (Even though most kids stay on whole milk until they are 2).
Audrey was "chubbier" than other kids her age but she slimmed down at about this age, and by the time she was two for sure. I imagine Allie will be the same way.
I love my kids chubby legs and pinchable cheeks. She's adorable. And she's healthy.
She's perfect.
I wonder if she was 10 percentile or even 25 percentile if the teachers would give me a hard time about her weight. Probably not.
Lay off my daughter's adorable figure.
Sarah
A sweet big sister moment
We often take a family walk after dinner. Allie in the stroller, Jeremy and I on foot and Audrey now on her new bike. Often, she beats us to the end of the sidewalk and she knows to stop. She often gets to pick which way to go next. On Tuesday night we met her at the end of the sidewalk and she says:
"That guy has a puppy (pointing to the house across the street) and Allie likes puppies, so I think we should go that way so Allie can see the puppy."
Adorable!
Sarah
"That guy has a puppy (pointing to the house across the street) and Allie likes puppies, so I think we should go that way so Allie can see the puppy."
Adorable!
Sarah
25 May 2011
Fun Run: More Fun this year
The first Fun Run of the season. Where kids run half or a whole lap around the track, depending on their age. It's not a race. Everyone gets a ribbon. The program promotes physical fitness and how running can be fun. And then they serve juice and cookies afterward.
We tried this last year and it didn't go so well. Not the cookies, the running. Audrey hated it.
This year, so far she seemed to like it, despite the potty dance she was doing before the race. She really had to go, but didn't have time before her age group ran. She might have if we'd parked a little closer. It took us 15 minutes to walk from our car to the track. Note to self, we will park somewhere else next week and not follow the crowd of minivans.
This is not my favorite event; it's a claustrophobic nightmare. 800 kids, 1600 parents with cameras all trying to get to the same place. However, it's quite the social affair. I couldn't turn around without running into someone that we know. It seems everyone in town brings their kids to this weekly event.
It's only $1 per week to run/per kid. And they have fun. Where else would we go on a Friday night for $2?
Sarah
We tried this last year and it didn't go so well. Not the cookies, the running. Audrey hated it.
This year, so far she seemed to like it, despite the potty dance she was doing before the race. She really had to go, but didn't have time before her age group ran. She might have if we'd parked a little closer. It took us 15 minutes to walk from our car to the track. Note to self, we will park somewhere else next week and not follow the crowd of minivans.
This is not my favorite event; it's a claustrophobic nightmare. 800 kids, 1600 parents with cameras all trying to get to the same place. However, it's quite the social affair. I couldn't turn around without running into someone that we know. It seems everyone in town brings their kids to this weekly event.
It's only $1 per week to run/per kid. And they have fun. Where else would we go on a Friday night for $2?
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| Allie trying to get her ribbon after her race. I couldn't fight the crowds for a good picture. |
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| getting off to a slow start, but she warmed up quick. Daddy ran with her. |
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| watching her older sister run |
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| trying to get the girls together. |
Sarah
Audrey's water slide
Here's what we did yesterday:
I got this video, and then accidently dropped my iphone into the water.
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| Allie was content to play in the water table |
What a fun day! Audrey made her own "water park" by putting our little purple pool at the bottom of the slide. This entertained her for at least an hour! She asked if we could put the pool in front of her swings so she could jump from the swings into the pool. I of course said no and tried to explain why that was a bad idea. Allie got such a kick out of the splashes Audrey would make as she landed in the pool!
24 May 2011
There's got to be a better way
Randomly the other day Audrey asks me if I could go buy a swimsuit so I could swim with her at the pool.
(heavy sigh)
This after she asked me why I was so fat the week before. Yes, my three year old daughter comes up to me, puts her hands on my stomach and says, "Mommy, why are you fat?" Not wanting to explain that when I hit 30 my metabolism too a dive off a steep cliff and that despite the last 4 months of intense workouts it continues to be slower than molasses, I simply said, "Because I had two babies."
So, I'm really dreading going swimsuit shopping. But I don't see a way out of this.
a few days later.......
As we're driving down the road, we pass the water park and I say,
"I guess Mommy needs to go find a swimsuit."
Audrey: Do you want one like me?
me: (laugh) yes, Audrey, I would love a swimsuit like yours.
I resisted the urge to ask if they came in my size, afraid of her answer!
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they've come out with a suit that magically hides all cellulite.
Sarah
(heavy sigh)
This after she asked me why I was so fat the week before. Yes, my three year old daughter comes up to me, puts her hands on my stomach and says, "Mommy, why are you fat?" Not wanting to explain that when I hit 30 my metabolism too a dive off a steep cliff and that despite the last 4 months of intense workouts it continues to be slower than molasses, I simply said, "Because I had two babies."
So, I'm really dreading going swimsuit shopping. But I don't see a way out of this.
a few days later.......
As we're driving down the road, we pass the water park and I say,
"I guess Mommy needs to go find a swimsuit."
Audrey: Do you want one like me?
me: (laugh) yes, Audrey, I would love a swimsuit like yours.
I resisted the urge to ask if they came in my size, afraid of her answer!
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they've come out with a suit that magically hides all cellulite.
Sarah
23 May 2011
scroll down
I've added new blog entries that are dated before Audrey's recital. Scroll down too see! I have many more before May 14th too. May has been a busy month for us. I'm almost caught up.
Sarah
Sarah
21 May 2011
a dancer and a fish: last swim lessons
In the craziness that was this spring I realized I never blogged about Allie's first swim lesson and here I am writing about her last. Allie was in a parent tot class. They sang songs and gently got them used to the water with the comfort of a parent. It didn't take Allie long to feel comfortable.
There are 8 lessons in a session. At lesson 7 they took them off the diving board. I did not attend this lesson and was amazed when Daddy came home and said that Allie had jumped off the diving board to her teacher below. At lesson 8 I got to witness it myself.
Allie spent Audrey's last swim lesson scooting off the edge of the pool into Daddy's arms where he would then let her go underwater and pull her right back up. She'd come up smiling, every-time. He'd take her to back to the edge, she'd sit herself down and do it all over again.
Across the pool, Audrey's teacher spent the majority of class trying to convince Audrey she wouldn't take her underwater like she did the previous week. Tears were shed. Many tears. She participated in a few things but really did not trust this teacher who had taken over the last few weeks of class. I felt sorry for Audrey because she had been progressing so well with her original teacher that she grew to trust. The week prior, this new teacher took Audrey underwater without warning. It took Audrey weeks to get the courage to jump to her teacher from the edge of the pool. She really doesn't like to get water in her eyes. (And she refuses goggles) Audrey did not "graduate" to the next level. She will remain a goldfish (level 1) next session.
I'm completely convinced that the earlier you start swim lessons with your child, the better.
Sarah
There are 8 lessons in a session. At lesson 7 they took them off the diving board. I did not attend this lesson and was amazed when Daddy came home and said that Allie had jumped off the diving board to her teacher below. At lesson 8 I got to witness it myself.
Allie spent Audrey's last swim lesson scooting off the edge of the pool into Daddy's arms where he would then let her go underwater and pull her right back up. She'd come up smiling, every-time. He'd take her to back to the edge, she'd sit herself down and do it all over again.
Across the pool, Audrey's teacher spent the majority of class trying to convince Audrey she wouldn't take her underwater like she did the previous week. Tears were shed. Many tears. She participated in a few things but really did not trust this teacher who had taken over the last few weeks of class. I felt sorry for Audrey because she had been progressing so well with her original teacher that she grew to trust. The week prior, this new teacher took Audrey underwater without warning. It took Audrey weeks to get the courage to jump to her teacher from the edge of the pool. She really doesn't like to get water in her eyes. (And she refuses goggles) Audrey did not "graduate" to the next level. She will remain a goldfish (level 1) next session.
I'm completely convinced that the earlier you start swim lessons with your child, the better.
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| Audrey's teacher trying to regain trust |
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| my little fish |
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| last swim lesson |
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| getting ready to jump |
Sarah
20 May 2011
the zoo
This morning we met a few friends at the zoo.
Audrey kept asking where the giraffe was. (That's her favorite). I told her this zoo doesn't have animals that big. The monkeys started screaming when we were visiting them and it was the loudest, most annoying sound I think I've witnessed (outside of our house alarm going off). Audrey liked looking on her laminated sheet to find the different birds in the rainforest.
Allie was very content to sit in the stroller and observe the animals and the older kids around her. It was field trip day for every school in the state it seemed, so the zoo was packed! We did not play on the playground. It was swarming with children like bees to honey. What a parenting nightmare.
After the zoo, we went and ate our picnic lunch at a park where they had the slides all to themselves. In fact, Audrey, Allie, Lily and Owen were the only kids at this park. After a few times down the slide, we learned an important lesson. From now on it will be skorts or shorts when going down slides or playing on the playground equipment. It goes beyond showing your underwear.....enough said. And, I will always grab tennis shoes for my flip flop wearing girl whenever we leave the house.
This Friday turned out to be very busy. We left this morning to walk and ride bikes with friends at a neighboring park and from there decided to go to the zoo. The kids were starving when we left so we took a picnic lunch of McDonalds to another park, came home, had quick naps and then half a dozen friends and their kids came over for a happy hour. Whew. Today I relived again the importance of packing gluten free snacks in the diaper bag. I had not and fast food and gluten free tend to not compliment each other. When we arrived home at 2 p.m., I was starving!
Sarah
Audrey kept asking where the giraffe was. (That's her favorite). I told her this zoo doesn't have animals that big. The monkeys started screaming when we were visiting them and it was the loudest, most annoying sound I think I've witnessed (outside of our house alarm going off). Audrey liked looking on her laminated sheet to find the different birds in the rainforest.
Allie was very content to sit in the stroller and observe the animals and the older kids around her. It was field trip day for every school in the state it seemed, so the zoo was packed! We did not play on the playground. It was swarming with children like bees to honey. What a parenting nightmare.
After the zoo, we went and ate our picnic lunch at a park where they had the slides all to themselves. In fact, Audrey, Allie, Lily and Owen were the only kids at this park. After a few times down the slide, we learned an important lesson. From now on it will be skorts or shorts when going down slides or playing on the playground equipment. It goes beyond showing your underwear.....enough said. And, I will always grab tennis shoes for my flip flop wearing girl whenever we leave the house.
This Friday turned out to be very busy. We left this morning to walk and ride bikes with friends at a neighboring park and from there decided to go to the zoo. The kids were starving when we left so we took a picnic lunch of McDonalds to another park, came home, had quick naps and then half a dozen friends and their kids came over for a happy hour. Whew. Today I relived again the importance of packing gluten free snacks in the diaper bag. I had not and fast food and gluten free tend to not compliment each other. When we arrived home at 2 p.m., I was starving!
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| Lily and Auds |
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| Wallabies |
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| Hayden, Owen, Lily, Audrey |
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| Owen and Hayden |
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| animal crackers! is what they were eating here |
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| looking at the black bear |
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| trying to find the birds on her sheet |
Sarah
14 May 2011
dance like Everyone is watching
Audrey's first dance recital was today, and she did AWESOME! I was so proud. My little pre-ballet Kookabura got on stage without me, did the entire dance and exited as practiced, a cute skip while waving goodbye. I'm biased but I think the received the loudest applause from the audience in Act I. But with 10 little three year olds in birdie costumes with colorful feathers on their heads, arms and as tu-tus attempting to do a dance together...
what's not to love?
I was the most proud of Audrey when the girl behind her ran ahead of her when entering the stage and stood on Audrey's spot. Audrey realized this and tried to squeeze her way back on that yellow line. But when that didn't work, she simply took the other girls spot at the end and didn't miss a beat of the dance. So proud of my little performer. (And so happy that she didn't run off the stage, stand there and cry or push the other girl over trying to reclaim her spot.)
I can't say I wasn't nervous. Audrey, by nature, is a little shy. I had been keeping my fingers crossed for weeks that she'd do the dance come time. When the dance was over, I was the mom in the balcony, beaming, as I clapped with pride and breathed a sigh of relief.
The day didn't go smoothly. It was rainy. A dreary, cold day that followed three days of absolute sunshine and 80 degree temperatures. Ick. We had to split up and take two cars get to swim lessons, a birthday party and to dance at the designated times. Putting mascara and eye shadow (I gave up on eyeliner), lip liner and lipstick on my three year old proved much harder than I anticipated. Her hair wasn't cooperating. Naturally. My bun the night before for rehearsal was darn near perfection. My little dancer didn't follow instructions from me, and in fact, she did the opposite of what I asked almost all day. This made us run behind schedule. And it stressed me out. She was supposed to be there at 12:30. And it takes 20 minutes. At 12:25 as I'm scanning everything we needed that day in my head: clothes for birthday party, make-up, hair spray, tickets, ballet shoes.....BALLET SHOES! We left at 12:15 for the entire day, not to return home until 6 p.m. In our rush to get out the door I'd forgotten to grab her backpack with all her feathers and ballet shoes. Almost her entire costume! At this point I'm a little frantic.
I quickly turn around the car and head back home. I make a panic stricken call to Jeremy. He calls back once we're almost home and meets us down the road. I don't even come to a complete stop as he throws her backpack in the passenger side window. And we're off again.
I felt like a high school freshman all over again. A new activity, a new facility, a new production that I'd not been in or watched before...everything about this recital week was new. This studio runs a tight ship, so when we were late, I had no idea if that meant we'd still have a few minutes to spare or if she'd just miss the rehearsal all together. Feeling like you possibly let your child down is the worst feeling ever.
Driving down the road I'm praying that God would stop time or deter all police officers out of my path.
The closest parking lot is nearly full but we find the last open spot. We run, in the rain, across the street to the stage door, hoping and praying she didn't miss her run through.
We see a few other birdies in the dressing room. We'd made it. A little sign of relief. Thank God.
15-20 minutes later it was her turn. Since no parents were allowed in the auditorium or backstage to watch one mom found a window in the back of the auditorium that we secretly peeked through. I nearly cried as I saw her enter the stage in her green sequined leotard and adorning feathers, flapping her "wings" and performing her Kookabura dance. She looked adorable. That was good enough for me. If she didn't dance that night, at least I'd seen the dance, on the stage, in full costume with music.
In between the run through and recital, we attended a friends army themed birthday party. Off with the sequined leotard, on with the camo skirt!
By 3:00 p.m. my little dancer was tired, and I knew this. Her behavior worsened as we tried to get her dressed again and hair and make-up touched up. Then, as we were running short of time, AGAIN, that day, she rubbed her eyes and the freshly applied mascara smeared everywhere. At this point, stressed doesn't even begin to describe my state. I wasn't stressed about the recital or getting her there on time, I was stressed at her behavior that day, namely towards me. She's started this, "I want Daddy, I want Daddy" phase recently. Oil and vinegar yes, we are.
We were several minutes late to meet both sets of grandparents in the lobby, but alas, we made it there, make-up re-done now for the third time that day and all. Because I underestimated the need to get tickets so far in advance (I'm new to this dance thing remember), our tickets weren't all together. Audrey and I sat together and then grandparents and Jeremy and Allie sat a section over and a row apart from each other. All in the balcony, which, if given the opportunity, I will sit again.
Audrey and I exited a few numbers before her dance to get her backstage in time and leave her with the mom assigned to escort our group to and from the stage. Hardest part of my day, I think, (although that mascara is a very close second) The first time ever I've left my daughter under those circumstances. When I'd made it back up to my seat and sat down my nervousness set in. It's true that mothers get butterflies in their stomachs too. I sat there on the edge of my seat, nervous that she wouldn't go out on stage, or she'd be in the wrong spot, or she'd have to pee, or her bun would fall out....anything that a mother could worry about, I did. And then I said a quick prayer. And shortly, all was well.
Jeremy brought her a dozen roses afterward but she wouldn't hold them. Again, a new thing I don't think she quite understood. We weren't in the car 5 minutes when I looked back and she was sound asleep. We had dinner at home from our favorite Italian restaurant with the grandparents and chocolate cake, Audrey's request, for dessert.
I feel less like a newbie dance mom now. Audrey loves dance so I suspect this was only the first of (hopefully) many recitals. A few more years of recitals and prom is going to be a breeze!
Sarah
what's not to love?
I was the most proud of Audrey when the girl behind her ran ahead of her when entering the stage and stood on Audrey's spot. Audrey realized this and tried to squeeze her way back on that yellow line. But when that didn't work, she simply took the other girls spot at the end and didn't miss a beat of the dance. So proud of my little performer. (And so happy that she didn't run off the stage, stand there and cry or push the other girl over trying to reclaim her spot.)
I can't say I wasn't nervous. Audrey, by nature, is a little shy. I had been keeping my fingers crossed for weeks that she'd do the dance come time. When the dance was over, I was the mom in the balcony, beaming, as I clapped with pride and breathed a sigh of relief.
The day didn't go smoothly. It was rainy. A dreary, cold day that followed three days of absolute sunshine and 80 degree temperatures. Ick. We had to split up and take two cars get to swim lessons, a birthday party and to dance at the designated times. Putting mascara and eye shadow (I gave up on eyeliner), lip liner and lipstick on my three year old proved much harder than I anticipated. Her hair wasn't cooperating. Naturally. My bun the night before for rehearsal was darn near perfection. My little dancer didn't follow instructions from me, and in fact, she did the opposite of what I asked almost all day. This made us run behind schedule. And it stressed me out. She was supposed to be there at 12:30. And it takes 20 minutes. At 12:25 as I'm scanning everything we needed that day in my head: clothes for birthday party, make-up, hair spray, tickets, ballet shoes.....BALLET SHOES! We left at 12:15 for the entire day, not to return home until 6 p.m. In our rush to get out the door I'd forgotten to grab her backpack with all her feathers and ballet shoes. Almost her entire costume! At this point I'm a little frantic.
I quickly turn around the car and head back home. I make a panic stricken call to Jeremy. He calls back once we're almost home and meets us down the road. I don't even come to a complete stop as he throws her backpack in the passenger side window. And we're off again.
I felt like a high school freshman all over again. A new activity, a new facility, a new production that I'd not been in or watched before...everything about this recital week was new. This studio runs a tight ship, so when we were late, I had no idea if that meant we'd still have a few minutes to spare or if she'd just miss the rehearsal all together. Feeling like you possibly let your child down is the worst feeling ever.
Driving down the road I'm praying that God would stop time or deter all police officers out of my path.
The closest parking lot is nearly full but we find the last open spot. We run, in the rain, across the street to the stage door, hoping and praying she didn't miss her run through.
We see a few other birdies in the dressing room. We'd made it. A little sign of relief. Thank God.
15-20 minutes later it was her turn. Since no parents were allowed in the auditorium or backstage to watch one mom found a window in the back of the auditorium that we secretly peeked through. I nearly cried as I saw her enter the stage in her green sequined leotard and adorning feathers, flapping her "wings" and performing her Kookabura dance. She looked adorable. That was good enough for me. If she didn't dance that night, at least I'd seen the dance, on the stage, in full costume with music.
In between the run through and recital, we attended a friends army themed birthday party. Off with the sequined leotard, on with the camo skirt!
By 3:00 p.m. my little dancer was tired, and I knew this. Her behavior worsened as we tried to get her dressed again and hair and make-up touched up. Then, as we were running short of time, AGAIN, that day, she rubbed her eyes and the freshly applied mascara smeared everywhere. At this point, stressed doesn't even begin to describe my state. I wasn't stressed about the recital or getting her there on time, I was stressed at her behavior that day, namely towards me. She's started this, "I want Daddy, I want Daddy" phase recently. Oil and vinegar yes, we are.
We were several minutes late to meet both sets of grandparents in the lobby, but alas, we made it there, make-up re-done now for the third time that day and all. Because I underestimated the need to get tickets so far in advance (I'm new to this dance thing remember), our tickets weren't all together. Audrey and I sat together and then grandparents and Jeremy and Allie sat a section over and a row apart from each other. All in the balcony, which, if given the opportunity, I will sit again.
Audrey and I exited a few numbers before her dance to get her backstage in time and leave her with the mom assigned to escort our group to and from the stage. Hardest part of my day, I think, (although that mascara is a very close second) The first time ever I've left my daughter under those circumstances. When I'd made it back up to my seat and sat down my nervousness set in. It's true that mothers get butterflies in their stomachs too. I sat there on the edge of my seat, nervous that she wouldn't go out on stage, or she'd be in the wrong spot, or she'd have to pee, or her bun would fall out....anything that a mother could worry about, I did. And then I said a quick prayer. And shortly, all was well.
Jeremy brought her a dozen roses afterward but she wouldn't hold them. Again, a new thing I don't think she quite understood. We weren't in the car 5 minutes when I looked back and she was sound asleep. We had dinner at home from our favorite Italian restaurant with the grandparents and chocolate cake, Audrey's request, for dessert.
I feel less like a newbie dance mom now. Audrey loves dance so I suspect this was only the first of (hopefully) many recitals. A few more years of recitals and prom is going to be a breeze!
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| almost show time |
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| I need to watch more Toddler and Tiaras, to learn proper make-up technique on little ones |
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| She will smile, and look up, but at the same time |
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| in the dressing room |
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| checking herself out in the mirror |
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| checking her messages. what a little diva |
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| Mommy, Audrey and Daddy in the lobby afterwards |
Sarah
13 May 2011
Audrey's New Bike
At 3 1/2 Audrey had officially outgrown her little tricycle and was ready for a big girl bike. We took her to the store and told her she could pick one out. Her only requirement: it had to be pink and purple.
She went in wanting a princess bike, like her friend, Julia. But the store only sold them in 12" and 16". Audrey needed a 14" bike. Bummer. There were only two 14" bikes available. She was a little sad at first that the princess bike wasn't her size, until I showed her that the Tinkerbell bike she was riding played music too. Well that sold her. We got the fairy bike complete with music and streamers and a Rapunzel helmet. (Only to find out we got the wrong size. 3+ was not big enough for her head. So, we're working on that.
The first night we had it we went for a family walk. Finally, a family walk that burns some calories again! At one point Audrey said, "Mom, I love this bike!"
She's had a few spills when she cut the corner too close, and she's gotten stuck in the grass a time or two when she'll stop watching where she's going and veer into someone's yard. All around, she loves the bike! It's so fun to watch her ride down the sidewalk, steamers blowing in the wind, her silvery sparkle tennis shoes pedaling and every now and then she'll push the button on the front of her bike that plays fairy music. She's so grown up!
Sarah
She went in wanting a princess bike, like her friend, Julia. But the store only sold them in 12" and 16". Audrey needed a 14" bike. Bummer. There were only two 14" bikes available. She was a little sad at first that the princess bike wasn't her size, until I showed her that the Tinkerbell bike she was riding played music too. Well that sold her. We got the fairy bike complete with music and streamers and a Rapunzel helmet. (Only to find out we got the wrong size. 3+ was not big enough for her head. So, we're working on that.
The first night we had it we went for a family walk. Finally, a family walk that burns some calories again! At one point Audrey said, "Mom, I love this bike!"
She's had a few spills when she cut the corner too close, and she's gotten stuck in the grass a time or two when she'll stop watching where she's going and veer into someone's yard. All around, she loves the bike! It's so fun to watch her ride down the sidewalk, steamers blowing in the wind, her silvery sparkle tennis shoes pedaling and every now and then she'll push the button on the front of her bike that plays fairy music. She's so grown up!
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| pushing off for the first time |
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| Daddy gives a little push |
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| little sister walks along before Audrey really got going |
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| she needed to change shoes. flip flops were too hard to petal in |
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| off she goes |
Sarah
Dance Recital Rehearsal
Tonight was the rehearsal for Audrey's dance class recital. Since January she's been in pre-ballet and loves it. This will be her first ever recital or performance of any kind on a stage. I, as the mother, am quite nervous for her. Especially since she spent the first few weeks of April just standing there shyly when the parents were allowed to come in and watch the dance. I have been impressed the last few weeks. She's really come into her own at class. She no longer is afraid but does the dance right along with the other girls and even smiles a time or two. Her favorite parts she rehearses at home, and she can't wait to get in the car and watch her dance on my phone. Honestly, I think me "taping" it has helped her learn it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the stage, bright lights and audience don't throw her off.
This was a full out costume, hair in bun, and make-up rehearsal. Parents were not allowed back stage, nor in the auditorium to watch (boo) but I did snap one quick picture with my phone before being banned. It's so hard to hear the music over the intercom and know your daughter is on stage, but not be able to watch.
She said she had fun and was all smiles when she returned to the dressing room. We packed up our feathers and came home. Tomorrow is a big day, her first recital with a birthday party for a friend sandwiched in-between a run through and the recital in the afternoon.
*These pictures were taken via my phone, the quality is poor.
Sarah
This was a full out costume, hair in bun, and make-up rehearsal. Parents were not allowed back stage, nor in the auditorium to watch (boo) but I did snap one quick picture with my phone before being banned. It's so hard to hear the music over the intercom and know your daughter is on stage, but not be able to watch.
She said she had fun and was all smiles when she returned to the dressing room. We packed up our feathers and came home. Tomorrow is a big day, her first recital with a birthday party for a friend sandwiched in-between a run through and the recital in the afternoon.
*These pictures were taken via my phone, the quality is poor.
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| All the little birdies |
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| hand in hand after being called to the stage... |
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| the one semi cool picture I got in complete darkness backstage. All lined up and ready to go |
Sarah
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