Then this happened: The end of the year dance recital. Or in our case, the last dance recital in the history of our family. My girls have been dancing since 1 was 6ish. That is a lot of years of dance recitals people. Next year 3 is joining club volleyball, and 4 has already tried out and made an all-star cheerleading team. Dance was good to us, but it's just time to move on. We have the entire recital on dvd. I mean, if anyone who is related to 3 and 4 want to see it or anything. Just hit us up. It's pretty spectacular. And yes, I know she is crying. She wouldn't stop for the picture, and it was late, and she had just danced in about 38 dances or something and I wasn't leaving without ONE picture and so here it is.
And then this happened: After we had deposited 3 off at the end of the year humongous dance bash, which 4 refused to get out of the car for (see above), we went to Five Guys. Because it was 8:30 and we were starving. And this is what she looked like after she snarfed down a cheeseburger and some fries. Oh, and operated the new pop machines. Seriously, if you guys live near us it's totally worth it to go in there just to get a drink from the new pop machines. That's how cool they are. See? She totally lived.