Before Mom arrived from Alabama my healthy child was fighting off Bronchitis (two days off of work). I thought that when Mom arrived that it would give Claire a chance to wind down and relax but something about getting her Grammie out to LA put her into a caffeinated state.

Although she WORSE instead of better, on the day of her ballet performance she was home alone with Grammie and declared:

• I want to dance, Grammie. I am fine.

Somehow word spread and all parties passed on the word that Claire was OK to perform. So, at 2pm her Dad, Mark, Mark’s parents and me show up at the school. Step-son Brandon was even planning to make an appearance but I told him earlier that morning that she was way too sick to perform.

Even though Claire had a fever of 102 the day before and I dismissed the entire idea of a performance that morning before I headed to la officina, my mom must have fallen under her Claire’s charming spell.

Limp Leaps
Claire’s entourage takes up like 7 seats in the ballet room and the little thing is loving the attention but she is obviously not well. She listens to the teacher– first position, second, third– wait, YAWN. She leaps across the floor and then YAWN, runs over to me and lays her (warm!) head in my lap. I’m thinking (OMG, it’s against the mommie code to bring a feverish child into the school. I’ll be cast aside and none of the ballet mommies will ever return my calls for play dates. We’ll be cast aside!)

Everyone sans her Dad returned to our place for some fab deli sandwiches and treats that Mark (FAB future hubbie) picked up for the group.

Claire twirled up to bed and took a nap.

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