There’s no video yet (at least not any worth sharing) but, I did take loads of pictures at Greta’s dance recital two weekends ago. But, my favorite pics were actually the ones I took the day before at the dress rehearsal. So, here are just a few of the standouts. Unlike last year, everything went off without a hitch this time around and both the show and the rehearsal were awesome!
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the cute little blonde boy is Greta’s “husband” Rocco. Yes, she actually calls him that. And, as you can see from the pics, they are adorable together. Seriously, sometimes my teeth hurt from the cuteness!
Anyway, thanks also to everyone who made the schlep to Burbank High School to see the big show this year. And for those of you who couldn’t come, fear not, there is a professional videotape copy coming our way very soon. Once it gets here, we’ll bring it by so you can relive the show with us in the comfort of your own living room. Who knows, if you’re lucky, Greta might just tap out her number for you in person too. Lord knows she’s not shy about dancing in living rooms…or, actually, anywhere for that matter. Enjoy the pics!
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Having seen it happen many times to other kids and parents at dance class, it was inevitable that Greta would wet herself during class at least once. And today it happened in spades. I’m not kidding, they need to sound a flash flood warning when Greta pees, because, she unleases a torrent.
Luckily for us, it was a “Black Swan” day — that’s what Greta calls herself when she wears her black on black leotard and tights — so the pee running down her legs and filling her tap shoes was hardly visible at all. At least to anyone else. And even luckier still was the fact that Greta wasn’t embarrassed at all about peeing herself in class. Some of the girls run out of the studio in tears, so, I was worried she might do the same. But, actually, I think Greta thought it was kinda funny.
So, I just smiled, whisked her into the bathroom, and quickly changed her from a dripping-wet “Black Swan” to a freshly-scrubbed “White Swan” quicker than you can say spare leotards and tights. Three minutes later, she was back out there dancing her little heart out. And when the class ended, I even got a shout-out from Greta’s teacher, the comely Miss Sommer, who looked me square in the eye and said: “Good recovery, Dad!”
Thank you kindly, Miss Sommer. It’s good to know that sometimes, even I get it right.
Wow…what a difference a week makes! Last Monday, Greta couldn’t make it through a whole dance class, and this week at her “redo”, she couldn’t wait to get back in there. I don’t know if it was the gentle drilling I did at home — we watched the ballet and tap scenes from “An American In Paris” like, fifty times! — or the fact that her teacher let her start the class clutching her “Angelina Ballerina” DVD for support, but, for whatever reason, Greta really rocked it this week. Hooray!
And, hey, even if she didn’t rock it, I’d still be proud of her for getting back in there and facing her fears. Seriously, I learned my lesson last week…live and let live, baby. But, lucky for us, she loved the class, so, that is where you’ll find her and me and anyone else who’d like to come watch on Monday afternoons for the next three months.
Now, if anyone knows where I can score some cheap ballet and tap shoes in a toddler size 5 1/2-6, please, hook a brother up. That shit’s expensive!