I tried to catch up on my dehydration status by drinking water from the sink in the hotel room. I assume it has something to do with the climate in New Orleans, but the water from the tap was HOT. No joke. Making a run to the ice machine in my PJ's wasn't happening. There were sleeping bodies -that I hoped to keep sleeping - everywhere. Our system of checking into a hotel room secretly breaking fire code hasn't changed since I wrote about it in: 'Can I be a real kid?'.
Eventually I did snooze for another 30 minutes just before my alarm was set to go off at 5:30 am. That helped to take the edge off, but I knew the day would be a bit fuzzy for me.
Curly had to be downstairs in the hotel ballroom at the stage by 7 am. Mini didn't have to be there, but she wanted to help tape Curly's shoes, get her warmed up, and be there for moral support.
|Taped shoes. This was not even a thing when my kids started dancing. Who knows what trend they will think of next!|
|This dancer put sparkles on her eyelids. Yikes! Her wig also looked like a Marge Simpson impersonation. It was SO high!|
|Curly and I agree, her curls are better than fake curls. Still hard to predict what those damn judges prefer.|
|Not a great picture, but this is a profile of Curly in a wig and a sparkle dress since she's under 10 now. Her teacher is holding her face in her hands to congratulate her.|
|Curly wearing a no-sparkle dress and her own hair!|
Last year Curly wore a dress void of any sparkles to Nationals. In our Midwest region, sparkles are banned until a dancer reaches the under 10 age group. I'm fine with this restriction, because the dancing dresses can become so over-the-top. This rule does make it complicated to sell a dress with no sparkles, because it limits who can wear it. Since it is not a national rule, the other dancers in Curly's category at last year's Nationals were able to wear sparkles. I didn't bother to add bling to Curly's bling-less costume. I didn't borrow a dress with bling. I thought she looked great, and I rolled with it.
Guess how much fun it was to separate her tight curls in order to create several little pony tails under the wig? The wig gets attached with bobby pins to the little ponies that jut out all over the girl's head. Poor Curly. Poor Mommy.
To think, I'm the mom that created this t-shirt for my curly-haired toddler back when her older siblings danced, and she didn't. Well, not officially. Curly showed up at every competition sporting this my-mom-hates-wigs original t-shirt. She hopped around to the music near the stage while her siblings competed.
Ah, the good 'ole days.
So reader, do you think I am crazy for covering my kid's gorgeous hair with a wig?