On Friday evening we shuttled our three dancers across the valley so they could get the crowd jiggin'. We were the first performance for International Days and despite ominous thunder clouds, there was a good sized gathering. The clouds let out a few sprinkles here and there while we were performing, but didn't start to pour until our expensive wigged daughter was safe (and dry) in our car. We even got a free snowcone. Mine was Tiger's Blood and the kids had some sort of suicidal mixture that would make a sane person gag.
Casey showing off his solo Reel. Go Casey!
Seeing as I always seem to post more photo's of Chloe, you know, dancing perfectly. Ahem. I thought I would let you see that she's a real girl, with real talent and she even struggles a little. This is a great photo of Chloe "sitting" that our TCRG sent to Chloe as a visual. I showed her the photo and she groaned, I giggled and then she smiled. She's working hard to straighten those knees. Those darn knees have a mind of their own. If any Irish Dancer's read my blog and want to suggest some techniques that might help her, please leave a comment. Other than that...Chloe and Casey are well on their way to the Prelim level. Proud? You better believe it!
Which reminds me...if a blond haired male marries a red haired female, what is the chance they will produce red haired children?
Yes, I am obessed. (You can totally see it, right?)
I love red hair and for good reason. You see, the red-haired popluation is diminishing drastically and while I cannot donate eggs or sperm to help produce more redheads, I can tell every redheaded person I meet how beautiful their hair is and try to coerce my children into marrying natural redheads.
What?! I'm joking! Sheesh.