My daughter wants to be a ballerina. I’m fine with that, because I always wanted to be one, too. So, I’m basically living vicariously through her.
This morning, she had her first ballet class.
(No parents allowed in the class, so I only got a pic of while they were waiting for everyone to get there.)
My son is a bowler. This is his 2nd year. I can’t even count on one hand how many trophies he’s won. I should take a picture sometime; he has them out for everyone to see in his room. I was at dance, so I didn’t get to watch the bowling in action, but I heard he beat his ARCH ARCH ENEMY (in his words). Yay for him!!
today’s anecdote: As I was doing my dd’s hair – up in a bun – my dh ran in saying, “let me see, I wanna see what a bun is.” ahahahaha. He didn’t know what a bun was. And I don’t even want to know what he thought it could be.