And Georgia Danced Too

One class a week, plus a performance group weekly as well = 6 performances in one week. Managed to see all her dances and was particularly inspired by the performance group effort. You can't see her doing the Swing, but her moves in Car Wash with the 5 others was stellar. Beautiful to see her loving what she's doing.

May was all about Dance

With both girls in dance, at different studios, May involved a lot of time ferrying to extra classes, rehearsals and both performing twice on one Saturday. Managed to catch both and my cheeks hurt from all my over the top, joyful smiling. Pride, pride, pride.

Clem with her 4 pals in the "Ugly Bug Ball."

Mothers' Day

Caravan Farm Theatre was the draw today - a gorgeous 30 min. drive to the farm and then roaming the acres, seeing friends and taking in the offerings - goats to pet, hay ride, face painting. Fortunately only $9 in my pocket, so that's all we spent. Clem would have done the hay ride over and over.

Of course there are more photos!

The pink dot in the distance is Clem and in spite of my stopping to take photo, I was running like a crazy person to keep up with her.

We also called George "the Henry Whisperer." She had this way of making him breath, smile and stay happy.

Spring Break 2011 - Coast and Back in 5 Days

Wanted to do something special with the girls over spring break, so we hit the road. Merritt motel, Annabel's floor, Abbeymore (delux) b&b on the island, Neil's loft and finally Hope motel were our evening landings. Variety, busy and fun.

We managed a day shopping in Van - Commercial, Grandville Island, Kits & Broadway / a visit with Paul's family / time in Victoria with Jennie, Henry and Dev / back to Van and a morning at Science World, then Main and finally pool time in Hope. We packed it in. Ate all and everything we wanted, shopped, visited and were total tourists... would do it again tomorrow.

Getting out the wheels

And now with spring here, this is what Clem and I do at night. Either a walk/run around the lake or tonight... a trike ride. She's keen to peddle the whole way, singing as we go. Cracks me up that the plastic peddles are mostly broken off and she still has the strength to push round and round, knees high, knees low. Not much longer before the 2-wheeler comes out, I suspect.

Superman flies in to Salmon Arm

We had a buddy visit from the Coast this past week. Last time we connected, his fellow was 10 months and Clem was just 3. You get a sense of the post-dinner level of excitement. I love that we can now open the back door after supper and out we go.