Princess P, Dancing Queen

This year, Princess P decided to change her dance school. Her previous school wasn’t sure they would be open because of the Chinese Wuhan Virus, and since the owner of the new school (Dance Kidz) is friends with Mrs. Earp, it seemed like a good alternative.

Classes were an hour, once a week, and when I took Julia, she always asked to stop at the store to get her Gatorade and a snack. Since I’m a pushover, I always agreed. Julia joined the lyrical dance group, which appeared to be more like ballet than anything else.

Last night was the recital, and unlike other recitals, we were able to go home after Princess P’s dance was over. The recital began at 7pm, and considering the amount of classes, it likely went until almost 10pm. Mrs. Earp, my mother-in-law, Kevin, Erik, and I all went to see Princess P dance. (Kyle was home sick; fighting a cold the past two days.)

Obviously, I’m biased, but I think Julia performed magnificently. She told me afterward that she almost slipped at one point, and claimed she was “just okay.” I disagreed, but when Julia thinks she made a mistake, she carries it around for a day or two. I can only tell her what I saw, and I saw her dancing very well. As always, she made me very proud, and she liked her teacher enough that she is interested in taking a jazz class.

I cannot wait until I see her pulling out “jazz hands.”

Black Sabbath

You may remember last May when I bragged about Kevin’s black belt test. It was a little intimidating for the boy, and even after getting injured twice during the test, he sucked it up and passed with flying colors.

Yesterday was Julia’s turn.

Princess P has a more even keel. Like Kevin, she was nervous about taking the test, but she was also very excited to test her skills. She is a little more timid – Kevin is a killing machine – but Julia’s punches and kicks are a little more fluid.

We arrived at 9:30am with eleven other students and the test lasted from 10am to about 12:15pm. The candidates began with basic moves, then progressed into string attacks, combo punches, and sparring as well as grappling. For the most part, Julia sparred with the other girls, but during the two-on-one attacks, Julia went up against two boys. She held her own.

During every water break – which lasted sixty seconds – I became Mickey from the Rocky films.

“You’re doing well, but you need to be faster.” “You’re halfway there. Pick it up, and punch harder.” “Almost done. I know you’re tired, but do not slow down.”

The testers always have to complete The 600 at the end of every junior black belt test. It’s the final event which everyone must complete. So after two hours of fighting, push-ups, sit-ups, and buckets of sweat, Princess P had to dish out 600 punches into a pad held by a parent. Guess who earned that job?

She was great. We counted fifty at a time, took a three-second break, then continued for another fifty. It took a while, and you could see how tired she was getting, but she did it, fully and completely. The look on her face when she knew she earned it made me want to cry. When she started martial arts, she was unsure if she would enjoy it. Now it’s a part of her.

The student gets to choose how their name is written on the junior black belt, and can choose a color for the name. This is going to shock you, but Julia wanted her name in script… and with pink lettering. Shocker there. When I left for work yesterday, Julia had changed her clothes, but was still wearing the belt around the house.

I am so very proud of her.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Most of you regular readers know I’m not someone who really gets into St. Patrick’s Day, but my kids certainly do. They’ll be psyched for a corned beef dinner, Irish potatoes, and the like, while I’ll likely get pizza or something a little more appetizing.

For the occasion, Julia built a Leprechaun trap. She posted a drawing on the front window reading, “Leprechauns, free money inside!,” so if we’re robbed today, you know why. When said Leprechaun enters the home, it will likely snif out the change Julia left, and work its way toward the trap.

Then, as Julia surmised, it’ll be FREE GOLD! for the rest of us.

Yeah, I know, the girl is a wacko.

The Ballroom Dance Semester Finals

So Princess P, like her brother last year, was picked to compete in the Dancing Classrooms Philly Ballroom Dance competition yesterday. Her class received the gold medal in the semifinals, and yesterday was the Colors of the Rainbow Team Match Semester Finals. The finals are always difficult, and Princess P’s class was going against eight other schools. Only four would move on to the City Finals in June. Last year, Kevin’s team won the bronze medal and did not move on.

Princess P began with the Tango (above), along with her partner Augustine. Their dance last week was choppy, but good enough to move on. Yesterday, the duo killed it.

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The Swing Is The Thing

So Princess P has been taking Ballroom Dancing lessons at her school. It’s the same program Kevin participated in last year, and it’s actually well run by the city.

Like Kevin, Julia (center of the below photo, towering over her partner) adores the lessons. Yesterday was the first set of city-wide competitions, and they were held as Julia’s school.

Princess P’s specialty dance is the tango, and she also performed the swing. Mrs. Earp was on hand for the competition, as I was working. As usual.

After an hour of dance, with each couple performing their specialty, the judges rated everyone on their performances. For her part, Princess P said her tango wasn’t her best performance, and she was upset about it.

I am happy to report Princess P and her class won the gold medal and are moving on to the next round!

Happy Birthday, Princess P!

Today is my daughter’s eleventh birthday! Princess P is an active child, who juggles school with Krav Maga, ballroom dancing – which she started after Kevin had so much fun – and ballet/jazz lessons. She is also the apple of my eye.

Of course, with the way she’s growing, that may not be the case for much longer. She is currently taller than Kevin, and I;m thinking she’ll be like her cousin Kaitlin, who approaches six feet tall…

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My Princess Is Better Than Your Princess

Princess P was scheduled for karate belt testing Friday night. She was testing for her blue belt, and the exam lasts a little over an hour. It has been the first event I was present for since her dance recital – I missed both the Christmas and the Spring concerts – thanks to my shift work. I knew Princess P would pass with ease – the girl is like an MMA fighter when she’s training, but I was hoping she would really do her best.

As the testing began, she partnered up with two of her friends. Lily, along with Princess P and Vivian, is one of the PowerPuff Girls; so named by Sensei Dave. Dave always walks past them and says, “Boys are the enemy!” Amanda is a seventh grader who punches like Ivan Drago. When Princess P holds the paddle for Amanda’s strikes, she always gets knocked backwards. Both girls are very nice, but when they step on the mat, they’re intensely focused…

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The Princess And The Penance

One of the reasons why I took the day off yesterday was I had no posts written and we were very busy; particularly with Princess P.

Julia’s class received the sacrament of Penance Wednesday evening in preparation for First Communion this spring. Princess P was very excited for the event, and claimed she had “three sins to confess,” but we weren’t allowed to know what they were.

The mass went smoothly, save for the two ignorant white trash fathers behind us who couldn’t stop talking and/or playing on their phones. I’m no Ned Flanders by any stretch, but you’re sitting in church, not at the local dive bar! Clowns.

Princess P’s class is not very large, and her row was up quickly. While standing in line waiting for the priest to call her over, she kept rocking back and forth. I’m not sure whether she was excited or nervous, but she was making a mess of her hair!

The sacrament went well, Julia said her priest was very nice, and since we promised her a snack afterward, we stopped for donuts. Pink icing, off course.