Last Tuesday we spent a cozy evening in the elementary school gym watching our favorite 3rd grader perform. And by 'cozy' you know I mean... smushed on tiny bleachers, and getting stuck behind the lady that smells like mothballs.
The program though --- was worth it. Our music teacher always leads the cutest concerts and this one didn't disappoint.
During the dancing scenes... I was afraid that Addi was going to end up with a black eye or a fat lip. Let's just say that some of her classmates were totally getting into the moves... and not really paying attention to where their arms were going. Thankfully, everyone left with their teeth intact. Ha!
Growing up -- we called these Song Flutes. They are now called Recorders.
I call them... PLEASETAKETHATTHINGUPSTAIRSTOPRACTICEBECAUSEYOUAREDRIVINGMEBANANAS.
While RB and I have always agreed to support our girls in whatever they want to do... musical instruments might put me over the edge. And this is coming from a mom that has to say eleventy million times a day PLEASE STOP PITCHING IN THE HOUSE.
We've almost lost our television remote because someone forgot she had it in her hand and when she went to do her pitching wind up... she threw it across the room and it hit the wall.
I can laugh now because nothing, or no one was harmed...
The program was about how Santa and his special deliveries.
Introducing: Hawaiian Girl #7.
For real -- that was what her title was. Ha!
Addi had to say Merry Christmas in Hawaiian. And she got to throw in a Dude at the end -- probably the best part her music teacher could have given her.
Soon to be "Aunt" Katie came to watch.
This is the best we could come up with for 'Hawaiian Attire' in the middle of winter.
What a fun kickoff to the holiday season.