the life of baby jude

For my birthday this year, Meema and Peepa paid for me to go to performance camp. They have a two-week long program for 4-5 year olds. Since I'm such a ham and known the world over for my famous dance moves everyone thought I would love it. I did... sort of. I loved going! I would get so excited when Mommy picked me up early from school to take me. But once there, I wasn't that keen on singing and dancing with the other kids. A lot of times, Mr. Dale would hold my hand and bring me back up onto the stage. By week two, I started to learn the moves and came out of my shell a bit. I was a little nervous; all the other kids were such great singers! Mommy and I would practice at night and she was very impressed. She told Mr. Dale that I knew the words to the songs and the moves that went along with it. We practiced one last time before the big show. I was ready.

Then, Friday afternoon came. Mommy, Daddy, Meema, Peepa, Carolann, Grandma, Uncle Erik, Uncle G and Aunt Lynda all came for my big debut. Needless to say, I made through two songs before deciding the stage was much too dark and scary. I left the other five kids sing for the rest of the show while I sat on Mommy's lap. I will say that I did a great job as "the crank" during "Pop Goes the Weasel" and pushed Elmo off the stool during "Humpty Dumpty." But yeah, I had a bit of stage fright. I was very happy to receive my special certificate, however, and pose with my singing friends. Maybe I'll give gymnastics a try next.