Dance is Done

This shot represents every night after seven o'clock at our house. The girls are in their jammies, but before we brush teeth or read books they go bananas for a good half an hour. You probably guessed that Libby's under the blanket, and you're right.

Happiness is a new pair of tap shoes. Wouldn't you know it. Apparently, all I needed to do ten weeks ago was to buy Libby a pair of tap shoes and all of a sudden she can't wait to go to dance. Sigh. This, after struggling to get her jazzed (pun intended) to go to class with bribes and other "I said I'd never do its". Well, we got her shoes on Wednesday, and Thursday morning she was begging for dance class. Still when we got there she refused to participate for a good five minutes, before the prospect of having fun won out over proving her point. (I think her point is that she doesn't do anything she doesn't wanna do. She's right.) So she's been tap tap tapping like a little Savion Glover all over her dance floor. She can't wait to start dance this session. Don't tell her, but we're taking a little hiatus from dance to focus on other activities like bubbles, bike rides and the sand box.
Libby may be a dancer, but Peyton can make fish faces with the best of 'em.
Last class...
Bob and Cheryl stayed with us last night and it was a much needed distraction for us all. Shane was gone and by eight o'clock this mom's fun meter was pegged. No, broken. The girls were in bed which meant I got the Shaws all to myself and this morning the girls couldn't get enough of them.

We went to the park to play today and this is the scene on my couch even as I'm sitting here writing. While I was getting Peyton down Libby conked, a rare occurrence indeed. Someone was tired.