Last night Lynnea and I went to the 5th Annual Daddy/Daughter Dance at her school.  We had a pretty good time…

A photographer was available to take pictures on the way in.  So we had that done, then we purchased a blue carnation for Lynnea, and then it was off to the dance which was held in the gymnasium.

The evening started off good, but got worse as time went on.  Lynnea was happiest when it was simply free form dancing, but when the DJ began playing favorites and asking the crowd to do them (such as the Macarena or the Twist) Lynnea would get upset, because she “didn't know how to do that dance.” Like her Dad, Neya can be a nervous Nellie, and for that reason, she didn't want to try a lot of the dances. I tried to show her how to do them but she was by that time too caught up in her fear of “messing up” to get her to try anything.  So I suggested “just dance however you want, it doesn't matter,” but that didn't seem to help either.  I felt bad because I wanted Neya to have a good time.

But it wasn't all bad, we still had fun.

It was very hot and very loud and after about an hour or so, Lynnea wanted to go outside for a bit to cool off.  Once outside Neya said she didn't want to dance anymore and wanted to play on the playground instead.  Being a flexible Dad, I said, “Whatever you want honey.”

So we walked over to the playground and Neya played on the jungle gym for a half hour before we headed home.  Ah well, maybe next year's dance will be a little better.  In the meantime, maybe Neya and I will practice dancing some to get over her fear of it.

Here are my pictures from the Daddy/Daughter Dance.