Tiny Dancers

Well, we're all geared up for the girls' first Highland dance competition tomorrow. They've done dance performances, but never a competition. Competing is a big part of the whole Highland dance thing, so their teacher thought it was high time.

Raine is competing in the Highland Fling and the Sword Dance (the Ghillie Calum), and Cleo is doing the Fling. She was registered in the Sword, too, but as of class on Wednesday, her Sword dance was more like a Sword Epileptic Fit, so we have nixed it for this competition, and are planning on it for the Red Deer Highland Games competition later in June. Anyway, they are nervous and excited, as it their mother. This is really just an experience-gathering exercise for them, and I've encouraged them not to even thinking about getting a medal.

They look so great in their performance outfits: kilts, velvet vests, argyle sock, the whole nine yards. I really hope they have a good time, and that they get a sense of what the whole competition experience is all about.

Regrettably, I have to work a shift in our fund-raising concession at the meet, and I have a bad feeling that I'll be firing off brownies and gummy bear bags to sugar-starved little dancers when my own are doing their thing. Lee will be glued, veritably GLUED to the performance stage, so parental big love will not be a total loss.

So let's hope that Raine doesn't repeat a practise moment, when, due to an ill-placed pas de basque, she nearly impaled a mother with her sword. Yikes! Tonight, we rest, and tomorrow, we FLING!!