Cinderella

Last weekend Cameron and I had the opportunity to see Ballet Idaho's performance of Cinderella at the Morrison Center. It was my first "real" ballet. It was absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking. I was on the fence about taking Cameron. Not sure she would get very much out of a two hour ballet, anything that does not involve words is usually not her forte. But, after the initial shock that Cinderella did not look like Disney's version, she loved it. I had to kind of talk her through some of the parts, but when we got home, she told Matt the entire story and remembered things that I had already forgotten. The entire audience was little girls her age and they were all sporting Christmas dresses or Easter dresses. Some were sporting actual Cinderella dress-up dresses. It was a wonderful afternoon.

My Grandma Yates was the one that actually took us to the ballet. We met her, Marianne, and Carmen for lunch at Smoky Mountain before the performance and had a treat at TCBY on the way home.

Due to the fact that I am pregnant, and my world revolves around food at this point, I will probably be documenting almost every eating excursion for the next nine months. I am not one of those "I couldn't eat a thing the first three months" women. I am one that is alway, always, ALWAYS hungry. It doesn't matter what I just ate, or when, or how much....20 minutes later, I am on the brink of passing out I am famished. It's quite irritating because rationally I know the baby is the size of a poppy seed but just try to tell my stomach this tidbit of information. Did I mention that I am not a cute pregnant person? I don't glow. I don't feel better than I ever have before. I don't look cute in maternity clothes. I retain water. I sweat. I break out. I puke. I cry and laugh at the same time. I just don't like it. If it wasn't for the end result, I'd never do it. But I guess I am a slow learner because here I am, not even six weeks in and I'm right back to being miserable.