Yesterday we celebrated the birthday of my wonderful and quirky eldest child and we had his party a few days ago. He asked for a "Lord of the Dance" birthday. Yep. Other than a small community ed. Irish dancing class three years ago and seeing the show last year, this isn't something we've had a huge role in...we don't even own the DVD. The boy just likes the drama and story and heroism of the show and the music. So a Lord of the Dance birthday it was.
He set this all up. Tickets were given at the door to be turned in here.
The living room was transformed into a theater.
And his wonderfully patient Grand and Godparents were treated to the show that he has been dreaming about performing for months.
Uncanny resemblance to the great Flatley, no? Seriously he started working on this costume in the morning, even sewing his waist piece thing together to look just like the Lord of the Dance cover. This kid is too much.
Not my best work but in my defense, I was constrained by the theme...
We got him the DVD! I can just picture him studying the moves and trying to replicate...
My happy birthday guy. Oh, I love this boy. Happy 8th birthday, my beautiful, wonderfully quirky John Paul!