I made another trip to Charlotte this weekend to attend Katie's (of the infamous "nieces with the pieces") ballet recital. Since we had been in London for the past three years, this was the first time I'd been able to go to one of her recitals. In one of those "Ain't that a kick in the head" twists, Jason still hasn't been able to attend one of Katie's recitals since he had to go back to London for work. So since Jenny's husband also had to stay in Raleigh for work purposes, the super aunts decided to ride to Charlotte together.
When Jenny and I arrived Friday night, the girls had just been put to bed but weren't quite asleep yet and requested the super aunts to pay them a quick visit. It is very telling about Anna's personality that one of the first things she said to me was "Hedair, tomorrow I go on STAGE!" Ummm, except if you recall - this was, in fact, Katie's recital. She was having a hard time dealing with the fact that the spotlight was all Katie, all the time this weekend. (We'll be back in two weeks for Anna's turn.)
That's Katie in the front...
So cute I could die.
Later in the afternoon, Anna suckered me into a few rounds of Candyland. Candyland is her number one favorite thing to play...unless, of course, she sees she's about to lose. Then she will react in one of two ways. She will either 1) get mad at you and refuse to continue or 2) if she's feeling exceptionally gracious, she'll wait for you to win and then say "Congratulations, Hedair. Ten more games, okay?"
This is her reaction when she draws the Queen Frostine card, which allows her to jump nearly all the way to the finish line. She will FREAK OUT if you dare to draw the Queen Frostine card. And she will always rejoice and celebrate if you happen to draw the Mr. Plum card, which sends you back to almost to the starting point. Joe and Amy are tirelessly working on "sportsmanship" with her. But does it really matter? I mean, look at that face.
We even brought Liam with us. Liam enjoys many of the trappings of infant life...bottles, blankies, activity mats with dangling toys, rolling over, pacifiers and desperately trying to get his feet into his mouth. However, you'll be shocked to know he didn't give a crap about the recital.