Ella has been attending dance classes since January. She's a rather quick learner, and when the mood is right, she's a pretty good dancer.
Her first recital is tomorrow. Part of preparing for the recital/end of year is taking pictures in your recital costume.
She loves her costume. She loves dancing around the house.
But actually going to dance class, not so much.
I spent an hour curling her hair for picture day. And she cooperated. But she did ask several times if we were finished. And she said several times that she was ready to go take pictures.
We finished her hair and changed into her costume.
We get to the dance studio for pictures.
AND SHE FLIPPED OUT!
I am beside myself in anger. A friend of mine had to rescue her. Seriously, I couldn't even look at her because I thought the glare from my eyeballs may stab her in the knee caps.
It. Was. Bad.
So now we have the proofs back.
Oh yea. I scanned them just for you. Why wouldn't I?? You simply must see them...
Proof. That's right. Proof of the day that THAT child was horrible**. Oh, you may not see it. Somehow the photographer managed to get these four shots of her not screaming with tears streaming down her grouchy little face. But I'm not kidding. It was insane!
In all honesty, I LOVE the last picture. It's my favorite. I think it would be adorable in Black & White...she'd look like a sad Shirley Temple.
There is no telling how she will do at the recital.
Think of us on Saturday. Throw up some prayers. (well, don't throw up, just pray, cool?)
**ok, so to my close friends I've been saying that we have proof of the day that she was a jerk...and they understand that I don't really call my kids jerks...it was a feeling at the moment. Don't tell me you don't have those moments!**