6/14/11

Anthillvania is the story of the prodigal son told through a group of ants and was the story for the kids ballet performance this year.  It was so wonderful and I loved the story.  My sweet boy was a hopping bumblebee and my darling girl was a seed that grew into a flower.  They were both good.  Mr. Funny was so tired and I could see that there wasn't much bounce in his hop but he did great and had a great time.  Little Miss Chatterbox was amazing.  She dances very well, but she also did a wonderful job acting out her scene.  I was really surprised at how good she was. 

These are photos from the dress rehearsal. 
First up are the flowers waiting quite impatiently to go on stage. 


Here is my son and his future wife.  She is such a funny girl.  
She came up to me before the show and told me a secret, here is the conversation.  

girl: I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell ANYONE!
me: (enter fake enthusiasium) alright, what is it? 
girl:  I think i am in love with Mr. Funny (my son) and its just so
riduculous that I don't want anyone to know. (laughing at self)
me: (stiffled laughter) really??!!
girl:  Yes.  okay, i have to go and tell a few more people!


My son's classmates, they are butterflies and so pretty!



My little seed about to sprout.





After the perfomance.






Mr. Funny with his teacher who was so great!

Miss Chatterbox with her wonderful teacher
who is also so wonderful.



Videos from the Dress Rehearsal

These first two are of Mr. Funny and his group of butterflies
He is the first one and will be easy to recognize but I didn't zoom like I meant to so they are farther away.  The second one is just a short one that I was able to zoom in on quickly. 




These next two are of Miss Chatterbox. 
The first one they will be starting out as seeds before sprouting into their dance.
She is the yellow and orange flower in the front row.




These are funny! 
Mr. Funny got a camera from a garage sale and took about 60 pictures backstage so I am posting some for his benefit. 






6/5/11

Where has she gone?  Is she hiding by the river?  Perhaps, somewhere hugging a tree?  Sadly no, she is hiding somewhere in my mind.  I can feel her beating on her metal walls begging to be released not knowing why she has been bound.  How she got there, I do not know.  But soon, I will discover the key and set her free once more. 

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