Playing Catch Up

I've got several posts backed up in my mind, so I'm going to do my best this week to crank them out so I can breathe again. Wow, that sounded ominous, like I'm about to unload some serious, heart-wrenching stories.

Let me restate: I just downloaded all my recent photos from my camera, and I'm hitting my forehead repeatedly, saying "oh yeah, I meant to write about that!" There, that doesn't sound so dire.

And away we go, with pics circa two Saturdays ago of Boodle's dance recital. Actually, I took only 7 photos and got the rest on video because how boring are still photos of hip hop dancers?

Here's Boodle with the rest of her Hip Hop class:


So shiny!

And here's where I would insert the video I took of the two dances she did, except I'm a total loser and can't figure out how to get the video from my camera onto the computer and then into Blogger without injuring my laptop with my fist, so just imagine the awesome dance stylings of hesitant 9 year olds.

And then. Then, we discover what happens when grassy hillsides suffer torrential morning downpours and are combined with a dad who picks up his 86 pound daughter and attempts to traverse said hillside with her on his arm:



Luckily this happened AFTER the recital, as Boodle's outfit was TOAST. Hence the bare shoulder and blanket. And no, I didn't take photos of Boodle SCREAMING bloody murder in the middle of the parking lot, while The Man tried not to laugh. What kind of heartless mother am I?

One who kinda forgot that was an option