What a year! This weekend officially ends Sydney's first season of competitive dance. She started practicing in July and has learned FIVE routines. Pretty impressive, in my book. And, I am pretty sure she could do each of them in her sleep. My favorite was when she was practicing her tap dance and yelling out at her teacher, Miss Jordan, that she (Miss Jordan) was a "Sweaty, sweaty girl" followed by evil laughing. This went on the entire routine, but she didn't miss a beat! 

She has had a competition (or as Sydney says, competushion) in West Memphis, Bentonville, and now this weekend in Little Rock plus a few other random performances scattered in there as well. She will have a recital on June 5, and then move on to next year (which actually starts in May with auditions.) Here are some things we've learned this year:  
  • We must watch too much reality TV. At her first competition she spent the day before crying because she was scared of the judges. We couldn't figure this one out, so we went to the competition the night before to check things out. Finally, she told Mrs. Brittney that she was afraid she was going to get kicked off and sent home and everyone else was going to get to stay. Hmmm....wonder where that came from? Once she figured out that the awards ceremony consisted of only receiving medals, trophies, and ribbons, and no mean comments from Simon, we were set.
  • Competitive dance isn't for daddy's. While mom is in the back, frantically changing costumes, hair styles, and makeup in sometimes less than 10 minutes, then dashing out to catch a routine before repeating the above, dad sits in the audience. And waits. Dad's are really only good for carrying bags in and out of a venue. But, we have learned that David can be somewhat of a good, patient waiter when he has to, and Sydney is thrilled that he is there. 
  • There is NOTHING in the world like a five-year-old's adrenaline rush. Haven't experienced it? Ya' should. After her very first competition performance she came off shaking with excitement and said, "Mom, I feel pretty proud of myself!" I never want to forget the look on her face that day!
  • Stage fright and my darling Sydney do not co-exist. It is impossible. Example: She along with a couple hundred other kiddos were sitting on the stage for an awards ceremony. There were no less than 700 people present. Everyone is sitting calmly, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Sydney, who had not had enough dancing after starting at 6 a.m. (it was around 7 p.m.) stood up and started grooving by herself. With 700 people to cheer her on, she kept going and going. The MC finally came over and danced with her. When her group won an overall award for one of their performances, they all came up to the front (usually it is just one person) and got to say their name in the microphone. When the MC got done, he came back and did an interview with Syd and kept telling her what a great dancer she was and asked her to show him her moves again. Of course, she obliged.
  • Sydney is a star! She really shines up on the stage, and it isn't just a prejudicial Momma saying that - we are constantly stopped by complete strangers and told what a great job she did. One producer even told us she wanted to take Sydney home with her. You have to understand what a big deal this is - most competitions are sections of two to three hours of 2 minute performances, seconds apart. So, you do the math. And still, they remember our little Sydney. That little spunk she carries around in life definitely shows up on the stage. 
And, so today we leave for the last performance of the year. I can't wait to see what Miss Hollywood pulls off this weekend!


Oh, how I feel like a lump

So, I've heard 3rd babies are hard on your body - boy is that an understatement. No one told me I wouldn't be able to button my pants when I woke up today. Ouch.

On the positive side, I no longer feel the need to sleep 24/7 - more like 23/7, but hey, it's a start! So, pretty much I'm fat, I'm lazy, but I have started cooking again. (I don't think pizza is all that much of a treat around here now.)  David made his first real pregnant food run: iced honeybun. Yummy. Worth 500 calories?  Probably not.

I had my first real appointment the other day, and the baby has a heart rate of 160. By old wives' tales, that would be a girl. Again. Honestly, I don't care whether it is a boy or a girl, I was just thrilled to hear a heart beat. Although, if I end up with a boy, will someone please remind me not to put a bow in his hair?


Things we love about Elle

1. She screams for her "Dagy" when Mommy puts her to bed.

2. She loves to cuddle.

3. She just might be the bossiest person on earth. She bosses Mom, Dad, and even her very bossy big sister.

4. She is somewhat of a perfectionist. There will be no bottle uncapped, no zipper un-zipped, and definitely no open doors if Elle is around.

5. She has a sixth sense for finding chocolate.

6.When she is going potty, she will tell you "go way! It 'tinky."

7. She will NOT touch a worm. She will, however, "remind" you to put it on the ground.

8. She loves her animals. You, however, should not touch her giraffes. Those things are sacred.

9. She loves her sister - she is great at kissing her "owies" and giving hugs to make sure she is ok.

10. She is a magnet if she happens to sleep in your bed. Put her, dead asleep, on the other side of the bed, she'll be glued to you in a matter of seconds.


Movin' and Shakin'

Elle's first day of her little dance class!

She can move.

She can shake.

Oh, baby!

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Egg Hunt with our neighbors

Have I mentioned that we LOVE our neighbors. They are so fun!

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School Easter Egg hunt

I've learned my lesson. No more not attending any kind of celebration at school. You see, I missed the Valentine's day party (because I didn't know I was supposed to go) and spent two weeks making up for it. (Ever made 16+ dinosaur eggs?) Since then, I've attended the St. Patrick's Day party (only mom there) and the Easter Egg hunt (only mom AGAIN.) But, I have one happy little girl.

Sydney and her best friend Tia.

The class.

Lining up for the big egg hunt!

And, GO!
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Dip, dip

What would Easter be without the traditional dying of eggs. I'm sure somewhere back in Bibical times they did this, which is why we do it today right? Ok, maybe not, but we LOVE it!

whisk=less messes (well, sort of) and an enabled almost two year old.

And of course, there are always they dyed fingers.

Lots of excitement,

And a bunny cake. **Note, when using coconut for garnish, don't stand out in the wind. I'm just sayin,'

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