Eirinn has her first (and last) dance recital yesterday. She was all at once and adorable little sprout of a child and a real live grown up girl. Her class wore gorgeous handmade ballerina costumes with tutus and tiaras and had teddy bears in matching outfits. They performed two numbers – Me And My Teddy Bear and Skinnamarink. Her teacher lined them up on the stage, stood to the side and they all stared into the audience and got maybe 1 our of 5 of the moves correct. But that’s sort of what made it so cute.
But, thank God it was her last. Eirinn had pretty much hated dance for the last half of this year. It disrupts our Saturdays, which used to be lazy until we decided we wanted to do something. With dance, we had to be up and dressed and out of the house by 9:45 to get her to class. And the class, which is held at an actual dance studio, is the exact same every week. Same routine, same songs, same order. She got very bored very quickly. Getting her to go has been a struggle for about 3 months.
And, geez … the cost. The registration for the year was upwards of $300. Costume for the recital was $50. We were forbidden from video taping the show because they sell DVD’s for $45 (we didn’t buy one because that is highway robbery). And then pictures which were I don’t even know how much because that’s not happening. I’m perfectly capable of taking a picture of my daughter for free.
So thank goodness that’s over. I’m not sticking her in any activity for the summer, either. We considered soccer, but changed our mind after this. We’re going to wait until she’s sure what she wants to do. That will probably happen when she starts school and finds out what her little friends do. She’d be suited for gymnastics, but I’ll let her make up her mind. I don’t want her to get bored again so quickly. I can’t afford it.