Gabby the Irish Dancer

So Gabby’s Irish Dance recital was Sunday. She was hilarious and awesome, which is her MO for life basically. You know how, when you’re watching a dance recital, one or two dancers will perform while the rest hold a pretty pose at the side?

…Yeah. Gabby proved incapable of holding still during these times. She rocked her hips. She pretended to play piano. She danced around. She wasn’t trying to steal focus– she was just so happy and excited to perform, and so unable to hold still, that she got lots of laughs. Which I would have been fine with….

….had she then not only crossed the line, but stomped all over it, by repeatedly doing a booty-shake dance during one of the numbers. I swear on my eyes that I have never encouraged her to act like a maniac. She was just born to it.

(Then of course: after she finished, she tried to run up the aisle to sit with us– which is not allowed, and one of the other little girls was dispatched to grab her back– and wiped out spectacularly in the aisle.)

Also, before the performance I stupidly, stupidly gave Addie J some gum (or “a gum” as she puts it). It fell out of her mouth three times that I know of: once onto my shirt and twice onto the floor. All three times she put it back in her mouth; I did try to stop her the first time it fell on the ground, but after she had already ingested the floor germs I figured, what the hell, and just let her have it the second time. Eventually she tried to play Cat’s Cradle with it or something and I saw her whipping her hand in the air, covered with a sticky blue spiderweb of gum. What I removed from her hand and sweater does not add up to an entire piece of gum… so I’m really, really sorry to whoever is currently filled with rage. I really do know better.