Tonight we finally recorded the kids playing parts of their recital. I had been asking them to play for me so I could record them. Mike and my dad had tried at the actual recital last weekend, but it was a bust.
True to childlike form, I was met with eye rolls. When I finally said, "Please do this for Grandma Murphy to watch..." then it was an okay thing to do.
But sorry, Kay. Even guilt using you wasn't going to get them to dress up again.