We recently discovered a robin's nest outside our house. When we first spotted the nest, we lifted Anne up and asked her if she saw any eggs. "No," she said slowly, but then "oh, oh, oh. They're blue. I see blue eggs." We kept an eye on the nest and soon saw little tiny beaks reaching up as they waited for the mama to feed them. Today Clare came in the house and told me the baby birds had feathers and were starting to fly. This year's bird story has turned out so much happier than last year's, when we found a baby bird that had fallen from its nest.
I suppose it is all too predictable that I would tie the story of the baby birds learning to fly to my own babies gaining their wings. But I can't resist. We have spent the weekend seeing how big our girls have become.
On Saturday we had two dance recitals. Last year we sat through two hours of dancing to watch Anne do one shuffle step. She wasn't a big fan of tap and so she just stood there--cute as can be in her outfit--and watched her friends dance. This year her class performed ballet and she loves ballet. She dutifully watched her teacher and carefully pointed her toes, spun around and held her arms elegantly.
On Saturday evening we attended Clare's Irish step dancing recital. As a preschooler and even into Kindergarten, Clare's teachers were concerned she would be nervous in any public performance. Worry no longer, dear teachers. This girl likes to be on stage. She proudly took every opportunity to be center stage and performed with confidence and a smile.
I suppose it is all too predictable that I would tie the story of the baby birds learning to fly to my own babies gaining their wings. But I can't resist. We have spent the weekend seeing how big our girls have become.
On Saturday we had two dance recitals. Last year we sat through two hours of dancing to watch Anne do one shuffle step. She wasn't a big fan of tap and so she just stood there--cute as can be in her outfit--and watched her friends dance. This year her class performed ballet and she loves ballet. She dutifully watched her teacher and carefully pointed her toes, spun around and held her arms elegantly.
On Saturday evening we attended Clare's Irish step dancing recital. As a preschooler and even into Kindergarten, Clare's teachers were concerned she would be nervous in any public performance. Worry no longer, dear teachers. This girl likes to be on stage. She proudly took every opportunity to be center stage and performed with confidence and a smile.
Anne and Clare following Clare's recital (though Anne is still proudly wearing her recital costume from earlier in the day)
In addition to her recital, Clare celebrated her 8th birthday this weekend and First Holy Communion. It was beautiful to watch Clare and her dear friend (who shares Clare's birthday) share their First Communion as well. They sat in the front pew by themselves, whispering together as they waited for Mass to begin. Together they knelt at the communion rail and received. It was beautiful. The original plan had been that the parents would accompany girls to communion, but we were informed by the girls that it was their First Communion and they would go up themselves. So we sat back and watched them fly.
A party followed at our house, where many friends joined us in a celebration of this wonderful event. Around mid-afternoon the party moved to the friend's house and we all kept celebrating. What a fun and memorable weekend, though we are all quite tired today. It may be noted that Meg does not feature heavily in this post, but even that marked a great deal of growing up on her part. It was definitely a weekend that focused on her sisters and she handled it with quite a bit of grace and cheered her sisters on through it all.
A party followed at our house, where many friends joined us in a celebration of this wonderful event. Around mid-afternoon the party moved to the friend's house and we all kept celebrating. What a fun and memorable weekend, though we are all quite tired today. It may be noted that Meg does not feature heavily in this post, but even that marked a great deal of growing up on her part. It was definitely a weekend that focused on her sisters and she handled it with quite a bit of grace and cheered her sisters on through it all.
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