It's that time of year again when the estrogen in the house seems to ratchet up a notch as the girls get ready for their recital. They are in 3 dances each this year, which for me means a dizzying amount of mad dashes from the changing room out to the auditorium and back again to get Dancer A changed and ready for her next dance before the Dancer B is on stage. 6 times. In the end, I think I might be more nervous for them than they are for themselves.
Denver has come a long way from her first recital. This was the first year that I could really tell she was getting it and getting into it. One day I managed to get to class a bit early to pick her up and watched her in ballet and wondered when she had become graceful.
