This year, Hubs and I are participating in the father/daughter and mother/daughter routines for Tootie’s dance recital. And so are Moody Mom and her hubby.
First, I have to say that Hubs is a marvelous dancer, so his routine has been moving along nicely. As for me? Well, I can dance by myself, but I’m finding it difficult to lead my daughter, especially when it comes to twirling her.
Here’s a sampling from last Saturday. The men’s dance is “My Girl” and the women’s is “Respect.”

Music begins. Hubs is in the black shirt.

Now the men walk out, snapping their fingers and veering left and right.

The girls scamper out to join their daddies.

The dip.

A twirl.

The kiss. Which prompted the E-man to yell, "BLECH!"

Fancy footwork.

Another dip.

Finishing with flair.
OK, moving on. You’ll note that Moody Mom and I had a bit more trouble mastering our dance. By the end, we were laughing so hard it’s a wonder we didn’t trip over our children.

Note my focus and Tootie's skepticism.

This isn't too bad.

The E-man finally quit yelling, "Blech!"

Oh, look, somebody's child isn't behaving.

I wonder who he belongs to?

Here's the part where we all show "attitude."

Oops.

Something clearly went awry here.

Moody Mom and I cannot stop laughing.

Meanwhile, our children beg for mercy.
For more entertainment (and photos) drop by Moody Mom’s. Note she did not include any pictures of herself!
For more Wordless Wednesday posts from our other Little Rock Mamas, go here:
Family Way
Baby & the Beasts
Blessed Mom
Hugs & Kisses
Mom on a Wire