Ainsleigh's third dance recital was in mid-May. Rippy and Sarah and Farmor and Farfar all attended (Austin was in London). Somehow she always ends up in the class with the poofiest and/or pinkest costume. Here she was at age three (such a little peanut!) and here she was last year at age four. This year she and her classmates were pink balloons and donned not one but three shades of pink.
She freely admits that her favorite part is getting flowers afterwards.
Rippy imitating all that dancing with a twirl of his own:
Proud big brother. "You did a good job, sister."
This picture makes me happy for many reasons, one of which is Ripken holding the lemon that he carried around all day (a similar occurrence happened back in November with a lime that he carried around with him all day at preschool).
Post-recital nap, of sorts:
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