Dancing Queen & Merry Wishes!

 For having her Folkorico recital on a weekday, everything was moving all too well. When we got to the auditorium we did have a few hiccups (i.e. thought I dropped her shoe at home and was going to send her on the stage in her dress and tennis) but nope, everything went as planned.

Their first dance was great...well they fumbled on the floor but they "danced" so cute! I had to stay in the front of the room to keep my photo op spot so I asked the hubbs and Nana Tula to run back and help with the costume change for the next dance. 

That's when the fun began. A few songs later, performed by the older girls, Tula said Vayda needed to go potty. I jumped up and went to the back of the auditorium to help her out. As I was walking back there the girls in her class were all in a line holding hands going to the front of the room, their dance was next. I couldn't see which was Vay because they all had HUGE sombreros on their head lol. I frantically looked at the hubbs asking where she was and he said the front of the line. Without thinking I went back to my spot and prayed that she wouldn't have an accident in the middle of the dance floor. The Cucaracha song came on...yes I said Cucaracha lol, and she wasn't there. We all shot looks at each other screaming with our eyes, WHERE IS VAYDA?!? I ran back to the back of the room and at that very second the teacher was running out of the bathroom asking if they found her mom. OMG she was in the potty lol! I ran in and could not help but laugh a little...I was waiting for something to happen. Thank God it wasn't on the dance floor in the middle of the auditorium!!

The moment I had her skirt back on and ready to go, the teach swooped in, picked her up and got her to the dance floor the moment their next song came on. It was classic. After little things like that it makes me breath more, enjoy every second and reminds me not to feel like everything has to be perfect. It's the little imperfections that make everything worth while. I began taking pictures and even face-timed my parents and Oma so they could see her last dance. Made my heart smile.

So from our home to yours:

I know she's going to kill me for this later, but how adorable does it get?! This is def going in the wedding slide show ;)
-LL

Her 1st Recital.

This makes me so happy and uber sad all in one. Before Saturday I never thought about this at that all. Then it hit me when the recital ended.

 Her first recital. 

This is the first time she will stand on a stage and we will beam with love and be ever so proud of her. There will be more of these moments down the road, I'm sure. Whether they are games, recitals, spelling bees, graduations or whatever it may be, this was the first one. I want to relive this day over and over. This makes me sad because we cannot have that moment back (ok yes, I'm being selfish). She's my first baby and this just means she's growing up. I'm desperatly trying to hang on to each moment. Too obvious?

Moving on, we had no idea how she was going to be. At home she will put on a full sing and dance performance for whoever asks. Of course there are moments she will get shy and shut down so for sure we thought she was going to do that on stage. Especially with a full auditorium in front of her. Not to mention we had a minor tradegy on our way. As we were walking to the car to leave Vayda ran to may car. Before I could say a word I knew what was going to happen next. Yep, she fell. Hard! Of course she was already wearing her tights. 

Tears followed by, "Moma!! I need to go to the doctor!!" 

I didn't even look, I just grabbed her, reassured her she was alright and put her in the car seat. Then I looked and so did she. "There's blood!!! There's blood!!!" (that's her not me btw lol). Vic cleaned up her gravel bloody knees, I threw a towel over them so she wouldn't freak out more and we made a pit stop at Target for some new tights. Now running late, I text the dance teacher explaining the fall and we are on our way. 

Oh hey, can you tell this is my first recital too?! The teacher clearly has more important things to worry about, there was no need to text her haha. 

We get there and the place is packed. I rush her back, change her tights and I think she was good to go because she was surrounded by family that came to support her, she forgot about her knees for the time being. Once her routine came up (which felt like fooorrreeeeverrrr) she waltzed right up there, did her little boogie woogie piggie and as the girls were getting of the stage she felt the need to stay and bow. 

Yep, that's our rock star. 

waiting to go on stage and all smiles.
sorry it's blurry