eva dances 2010

Last year when it was time to get ready to go to dance.  Eva would start moving slower, get a little whiney, and drag her feet.  Since I am not a fan of quitting half way, I made her finish the year but thought we would not sign up again.  Waste of money and waste of time for something that she wasn't excited about.

Turned out, she just hated putting on her leotard.  

All that drama over something so simple.

A leotard.  

This year, we got a bigger one and now she loves dance.

If the scanner was clear in the other room I would scan in the real pictures, but it is just so far away.  So these are the ones taken from the sidelines with my phone.  

She also has loved taking a little tumbling class right after her dance class.  Turns out, when I do her bun right, she can do an endless head stand.  

And we can all conclude from these pictures that she is extra bendy.

This is her class before there recital.  They did a dance to a song called Go Bananas. We weren't allowed to take photos during the performance.  Why did I follow that silly rule?  Duh.  

Oh well.

This is a random picture of us eating breakfast in the backyard before church (ok, ok, during church.  What?  We got there eventually :).  9 am may as well be the crack of dawn for us.  We just don't function very early.  Never have).  

See Eva's hair?  I love doing her hair.  Maybe not when I have to wake up at 7:20 to do it, but I still like to do it.  I used to get in trouble in second grade because my friend and I would take turns braiding each other's hair during class.  Now I have my own girl to do her hair.  And I never get in trouble for doing it.  But she decided she wants it short.  Funny because years ago, she wanted it long but I begged, bribed, convinced her to have it short because it was so hard to get all the knots out and I happen to love little girls in an a-line haircut.  But this time she was convincing me.  The deal was she had to wait until her recital was done because it is hard to get short hair into the required bun.

Here is the before and after.  We are going to try and send the giant hunk of hair in to Locks of Love.  Just as soon as I do a billion other things...

When I was younger, I did as many did and got a perm.  We picked my brother up from the airport and the first thing he said was, "What did you do to your hair?  How long does that last?"

After Eva got her hair cut we picked Samuel up from preschool, and he said, "I don't like your hair short.  How long will it take for it to grow back?"  He likes girls to have long hair and boys to have short.  Period.  End of discussion.  No one taught him, it just happens to be his preference.  We were on our way to visit a friend in a care facility and I was explaining that was where our friend had to go to get better.  He asks, "Can they make Eva's hair better?"

I am glad Eva is confident enough to take Samuel's crap.  I guess brothers haven't changed much since I was young.  

Oh, I am still on my health thing.  More posts will come.  I am still totally passionate about it and believe it more now than ever.