That's mine on the end...

Holynd is a little bit of a diva. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that before. ;)

When I signed her up for dance classes, I had no doubt that she would enjoy them. But, when recital time neared, I couldn't even begin to predict what she would do on stage.

Maybe she'd cry.

Maybe she would just freeze up and stand there.

Maybe she'd run off the stage.

Maybe she'd just do the dance like the rest of the girls.

Nope, nope, nope and nope.

The day of the recital, she was really making me nervous. She kept telling me that she didn't want anyone to say, "Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous or cute. I just want them to call me fashionable, mommy."

Ok?

So recital time came and Holynd.... Well...

Holynd basically went out there and did whatever she wanted.

Seriously.

She even took a bow once she heard the audience applaud.

The people in front of us kept saying, "Look at that little girl on the end! She's just dancing her little heart out."

I'm so sorry this video is so rough. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't stop shaking.

You can also hear Sloane in the background. She was not happy that sissy was getting all the attention.

After Holynd danced, Matt and I were in a little bit of a daze. We definitely felt proud, but we were slightly shocked. Matt got up to go turn in Holynd's picture packet. He thought I had Sloane with me, I thought he had taken Sloane with him.

When he sat back down, childless, I asked, "Where's Sloane?"

"What do you mean where's Sloane?"

"You took her with you. Where is she?"

"I left her with you!"

"Oh my gosh! She's gone?!"

Yep. We lost one.

Luckily, she was found seconds later, standing outside the auditorium floor.