My Little Pink Cloud

The Poppet had her recital on Saturday, where she and five other girls stood on a big stage in front of hundreds of people and were Pink Clouds and Pretty Roses.  They did a fantastic job for three- and four-year-olds and recieved lots of laughter and a huge round of applause.  After the performance, they participated in the intermission finale and we took the tuckered out girls home.  We had a small get-together at our house afterwards, where she recieved her very own flowers, and cards, and we ate two cakes after dinner.  Who can refuse the ballerina when she asks for both Strawberry Poke Cake and Carrot Cake?  Not Mama and Papa, that's for sure.  The Balach was quite pleased with the proceedings as well, as he's big enough to climb onto the table and snitch frosting.  He slept through her performance, but he was happily ensconced in Grandma's arms and hardly complained at all.