It looked good

enough to eat. So she did. The mailbox, the satellite dish, the motorcycle, Santa and the chimney, they're gone.

Emily made this at Young Women. One of the leaders has an awesome pan. I need one.

Most wonderful time of the year . . .

when Emily is once again dancing in The Nutcracker. This year she is "Spanish."

Who would not want to wear that tutu?

Last week, Emily's dance teachers told me they were trying to teach her to be sultry. I thanked them because you know that is important for a thirteen year old. So much more practical than that silly algebra 2 she has during 3rd hour.

There's no place like home

after a week in the Emerald City. The 8th grade choir has been rehearsing for The Wizard of Oz since school began.

The week of the actual show took it up a notch with daily practice until 5 each day. Then a performance for the 7th grade during school hours and a second performance in the evening. The very next night Emily and her fellow Ozian went to see Wicked.

They have the sad face because they sat in the wrong place. (our regular seats are in the center, Emily always wants to be off center.)

Here is Emily's serious face. I am trying to think if I have ever seen it before.

Emily was a pointe dancer in the Lullaby League. She is far left in the picture.

The costume was interesting but she was fortunate to have a part among a group of 200. Apparently not everyone can sing as they dance on their toes.

Then she was an Ozian, fourth from left in the picture. The costumes were provided. She was lucky in green.

Not everyone was so fortunate.