dancin' queen

Eliza had her dance recital a couple of weeks ago and rocked it like a diva. I won't say too much about it so that she can tell you on her blog, but I will tell you the joys of being a mom to a little dancer. I always have the pleasure of attending both nights of the 2 1/2 hour long show. There was 1 dance, other than Eliza's that I actually enjoyed watching. And I grew up dancing. Imagine how torturous the show must have been for Joe. Lucky for him he was out of town the first night or he would have been there with me. Despite the not-so-cushioned butt going numb, my legs getting restless, and my brain... well also going numb, I utterly love watching Miss Eliza dance. Her age group is still a little stiff and jumpy, but that only adds to the adorable factor. Her lanky arms and legs exponentially increase the amount that I want to run backstage and embarrass her with hugs and kisses and congratulations.