My Little German Strudel Cake

Get ready for some cuteness :-)

Last week, Rebekah got to bring home her German Dance dirndl. The dresses are sewn by her teacher who does such an incredible job. People who can sew actual outfits that people would want to wear absolutely amaze me. They have delicate pearl buttons and every detail is attended to, Miss Irene even sewed her name to the inside of each piece, it's so perfect. When Rebekah brought hers home she was so happy! She marched into the living room and asked Dave, "You want me to try it on for you, Daddy?!"
 This morning, as we got ready for her first dance performance, Rebekah was none too thrilled to have her hair braided, it's so baby fine that it was no easy job either.


 Our sweet little German dancer.


 Here she is with a group of Emma's friends, and if she looks a little distressed it's because they were wanting to take pictures with her which was keeping her from doing this:


 Playing chase around the May Pole with Allie.


 Before Christmas Rebekah's partner was a girl who was a little older than her and she gave Rebekah a lot of direction during the dances. Her most recent dance partner, Claire, is almost as young as she is, making them the most unpredictable {and funniest} couple on the dance floor.


 Rebekah and Claire kept overtaking the spot in the circle that their neighbors should have occupied, and at one point I think they even switched positions with them in the circle.


 But they could not have had any bigger smiles or any more fun compromising the technical details of the dances.


 And I'd like to argue that they looked pretty cute too!!

















Tonight we are praying hard for Dave's grandmother. On our drive home this afternoon we got a call from his sister saying that Grandmommy fell and broke her hip. She may even be in surgery right now. We are thinking of her so much and praying for the surgery and for her pain to be under control! XOXO