African Dance

College can be considered a sort of transition from home to ALMOST the real world.  The last stop before the real world experience hits you in the face like a brick phase of life begins, if you will.  It can also be considered a transition before the empty nest sucks phase of life becomes permanent.  The kids are gone but they still come home for the holidays and, if you are lucky, summer.  College provides parents with four years (unless, of course, one's child is on the 7 year plan) in which to become accustomed to not having the child at home every day, quite possibly making the permanence of the after college move-out less of a shock.       

Hubs and I are very fortunate in that our two youngest daughters chose the College of Charleston because it only takes us 15 minutes from our house to theirs and, because it gives us oppotunities to attend any special events they may be involved in.  Like the Wind Ensemble concert or this afternoon's event.  Hubs took off work early, we picked up Birdie at their house and went to DoodleBug's African Dance performance.  I swear I don't remember any of my college classes--undergrad OR grad--being as much fun as the African Dance class that DoodleBug took this semester.  Their end of semester performance was GREAT!  So, without further ado, here they are:

That's our DoodleBug in the center.  Her BoyToy on the left.

A group of young ladies whose parents are in transition also.

DoodleBug after colliding with another dancer.

Students are usually happier about the transition years than their parents.

My Doodle My Bug

If I tried that I would bust my youknowwhat!

Hi Mom, Dad!

Wait, did she just collide with another dancer?

That move looks more like the twist than African dance.

All of the kids did a fantastic job!

I was proud of them whether they were mine or not.