although pretty and graceful, apparently dance is indeed a contact sport. my kira ADORES dance. she was selected and has chosen to join the pre-competition 4-6 yr. old team next year. that means double the dance schedule and three times the dance moves. she is so super excited and can’t get enough. we are prepping for the big september start with a few weeks of dance camp, which kira would opt to go to every day, all day and sleep there, if they would let her.
yesterday i got a call long after camp had ended from my dear sister, who so kindly takes such good care of kiry while i slave away in an office all day, taking her on play dates and swimming for endless hours in the pool. (note to self-coming back as a teacher in my next life) p.s.-kira told me yesterday that she was going to live with aunt jenny and i could visit her on fridays.
kira didn’t want to tell me about the “incident” did she think i wasn’t going to notice.
let me zoom in.
gross. big fat bloddy lip. lucky for you all i didn’t take a shot of the inside in all its oozing glory.
from what i gathered from the story as told by beaten and bruised 4 year old, someone was tumbling and poor kira took a foot to the face. as a truly sympathetic mom, my first response of course was, “that’s what you get for not giving people their space”; kira has a tendancy to ALWAYS be right under your feet, if she is not actually standing right your feet (i have had many ruined pedicure’s to prove it!). she likes to feel safe and close, really close.
best part of the story was kira convincing me that she was fine and it didn’t hurt, she swore to it (she is the biggest wimp in real life. a stubbed toe is usually an all day band aid, icing event, which made her justifications even sweeter). she was so terrified that i was not going to let her go back. little does she know i come from a long line of “walk it off, your crazy if you think i am taking you to a doctor” group of ladies.
oh lord….is that my mother i am turning into?