Typically the idea of an outside ballet recital in mid June is delightful. Typically we pack a picnic and eat it on the grass while watching all the dancers perform. Typically we are wearing flip flops and sunhats and hoping to find some shade underneath a tree.
Typically.
But this year...not so much.
It was freezing.
And rainy.
And windy.
Elisabeth and I looked like this the entire time:
And because of the frigid weather - and the fact that I was holding a very unhappy four-and-a-half year old - there is not an abundance of pictures. Gratefully though, Donald ran up and snapped a few with his phone.
Brrrrrr...
