Just call May...Lucy Month. We went from a Holy white dress to a hip hoppin' dancer all within the course of a couple weeks.
Although, Lucy is the gymnast and Maggie is actually the dancer, we played a bit of switch-a-roo. Lucy thought it would be fun to try just one dance class this year. She had a blast, but it confirmed that gymnastics is her first love.
And my dear Maggie, who I should be showcasing a dance recital post for, opted out of the performance this year. She did attend two classes during the school year and still loves dance, but I can't explain the mind of an 11 year old. Have I mentioned that 11 is the new 13 {at least at my house}.
So all that being said, the show must go on. Maggie took a seat right next to me in the theatre, never looked back on her decision, and cheered her little sister on through the entire performance.


















