See Those Sugar Plums Dance

Last night I loaded up my girlies and took them to see a local production of The Nutcracker. I have literally been waiting to do this since they were first born. As a girl with fifteen years of hardcore ballet study under her belt, going to the ballet has always been one of my favorite things and I couldn't wait to share it with my girls. They had been looking forward to it for days and were so excited and I have to admit, when the first note of music filled the auditorium, tears welled up in my eyes. I was completely overcome by the fullness of it all and I loved it.


I thought the production was wonderful. The costuming was superb, the set gorgeous, and the dancers rightfully trained. My only complaint is that the male lead, a professional guest dancer from American Ballet Theater, seemed to forget one crucial piece of costume, or rather something that goes under his costume. From the fifth row, me and my girls were able to see, well, everything.

I said a silent prayer of thanks that my girls were too little to notice anything until Sienna blurted out in a loud, loud voice "how come that man isn't wearning any pants Mama?"

Love it.

Other than that, the night was a raging success. We emptied out of the theater into our own winter wonderland as snow fell all around. A new Christmas tradition has begun.


Thanks to Tracy and Megan who accompanied us on our special night. Can't wait until next year.