Miss Izzybella showed off her dance skills today, and boy, are we proud! Honestly, this day was a hot mess. I am not made to be a #dancemom. Just no. First, I was so wrong on my timing of when to get ready, how long it would take to do her hair - which, by the way, ballerina buns are the devil - and how long it would take me to get myself in some sort of presentable fashion. Needless to say, I was flustered and, quite frankly, irritated to the maximum level. And what did I do? I took that frustration out on everybody else. Well, mostly my husband. Sorry, honey. Once we arrived at the venue, we had to walk all the way around the building twice - at least it seemed that way - because all the doors were locked except the main entrance. Meanwhile, Bella Ruth wants to play, dig in the dirt, run in the wet grass, pick up leaves. I'm screaming, "No!" and "Don't get dirty!" and "Great. Your tights are dirty!" Once we finally get ...
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