I don't drink, so this is mostly just for fun :)
Every time you're confused about the rehearsal schedule, take a drink.
When you can't figure out how to assemble the costume, take a drink.
When your child complains that their shoes are instantly too small a week before the recital, take a drink.
Every time your child loses a shoe or a piece of a costume, take three drinks.
Every time the director adds a costume or prop during the dress rehearsal, take a drink.
Every time your child complains of being tired, hungry, bored, take a drink.
If you are working backstage and someone else's child who you've never seen before needs help with costume, bathroom, or directions, take a drink.
Every time your child sees you from stage runs to you or yells your name instead of paying attention and doing their dance, give them a hug and file that memory away :)
Every time a child loses a hair piece or costume component on the stage, take a drink.
If your child throws up or has an accident on stage, take five drinks.
Every time your child is chasing imaginary butterflies instead of doing what they're supposed to, take a drink.
Every time you write another check (tickets, costume, DVD, T-shirt...) take a drink.
Every time you tear up, wondering when your child got so big, coordinated and beautiful, give thanks to God and take a picture, for this moment will not last.
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Mo Mor Mon!
I miss blogging. It helps me remember the day to day stuff that I don't want to forget.
So here's a nugget for today:
We had dinner at a house that had a trampoline. Once Hope got it to herself, she was saying "Mo mor Mon!" as she bounced...
Translation: No More Monkeys jumping on the bed!
Occasionally she asks to be put in her crib, and she holds onto the railing and jumps her little heart out, saying Mo Mor Mon! as she jumps.
So here's a nugget for today:
We had dinner at a house that had a trampoline. Once Hope got it to herself, she was saying "Mo mor Mon!" as she bounced...
Translation: No More Monkeys jumping on the bed!
Occasionally she asks to be put in her crib, and she holds onto the railing and jumps her little heart out, saying Mo Mor Mon! as she jumps.
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