Fairies

Sissy surpised us all last night with her dancing debut at the Mount Baker Theatre.  Earlier in the day, during dress rehearsal, she panicked and refused to practice on the stage.  It was hard to blame her, since the theatre is enormous, there were hundreds and hundreds of people watching, bright lights, etc.

We weren't too sure what to expect for the evening performance, but Mommy took her early, got her dressed, and brought her backstage.  You can see a few shots here of her passing time backstage coloring, or watching the acts before her.  I think the thrid shot down shows both her excitment and apprehension. So, when Mommy managed to sneak away to her seat with about five minutes to show time (after a quite a few failed attempts which resulted in tears) we weren't too confident our dancer would ever come out on stage.   We decided that was fine and that just getting dressed up and learning the dance was a big accomplishment.

Wow, were we all moved when the music began and out tiptoed Liza Jane.  She was smiling and knew almost the whole routine.  Mom wished she'd brought along more kleenex.  It was fantastic.  The best part was giving her flowers afterwards and hearing her exclaim, "I'm so proud of myself."

We look forward to many more shows to come.

A star is born!

A Star is Born

Happy Father's Day!

Neither of these pictures are from today, but they do show our Daddy in action.  I guess we were too busy today to snap any of our own photos.  It was fun to celebrate Father's Day with Grandpa and Daddy at Squalicum Beach and out and about in Bellingham. Hopefully, Grandpa Price snapepd a few good photos we can share later.

Happy Father's Day to Grandpa Sachs, too, and to Uncles Michael, Stephen and Timothy.

BTC Class

We've been taking More Than One parenting classes at Bellingham Technical College for 4 years now.  Once a week, we head to Y building to play, dance, sing, hear stories, make crafts, and laugh.  The parents take turns sneaking away for 45 minutes to engage in discussions about different parenting issues, too, while the other half play with the kids. 

It was a sad goodbye last week, but it's time to move on. 

Thanks, Ann Marie, for the years of love and wisdom you've given us.

The Artist at Work