A Midsummer Night's Dream 2012

Tonight Cortlynn had her Summer Intensive Ballet.  The last three weeks she has had ballet Mon-Frid and has enjoyed working under guest instructors from New Orleans, Utah, Florida, Romania, and Russia.  She has also loved pointe and was slightly disappointed that she wouldn't be performing in pointe shoes tonight-but not everyone in her group was strong enough to be in pointe.  All of the students spent a few hours each week learning the "Midsummer Nights Dream" ballet and performed it for the public this evening.  It was a beautiful ballet.  The music was gorgeous and I can't believe the talent these young people have.  The one boy, Issaac, is 13 I believe and has only danced for the last year or so.  He is AMAZING!  The height he is able to leap would be impressive on a professional.  There were several boys in the ballet and I think more boys would dance if they saw the pretty young women they get to dance with.  The "jocks" should be envious.  The ballet was interesting for Kyra and Tristan:  both left with injuries.  Kyra fell down some stairs and cut up her face (during the performance, so I'm sure her scream can be heard on the DVD taping) and Tristan fell off the sidewalk and skinned up his knee.  Who would have thought ballet was so dangerous?!

Cortlynn was a firefly-but she thought they looked more like a reindeer.  (don't tell her-but she kinda did)

Between dress rehearsal (2:30-6:00)  and the perfomance--we had 20 minutes to eat before she had to be back to the facility-so we ran across the street and ate a sandwich.  Kyra enjoyed the cheetoes and this picture shows her joy.

Flowers from her dad and I.

This is Kyra's injury.  Poor little girl.

You can't really see it-but this is Tristan's skinned knee.

 Yesterday my neighbors had a yard sale.  I found it funny that they parked 5 of their cars along the street and the people coming to the sale had no where to park except in front of our house---I mean in front of our garbage cans.  You should have seen the nasty looks from the garbage guys and they left me a nasty note; for not having the garbage cans easily accessible.