Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Alice loves her Daddy

Last night I convinced Tony to sleep upstairs for the first time since Alice was born. Tony was leaving the house more bleary-eyed every morning and negotiating traffic on famously crappy highway 71. It was freaking me out so I put my foot down on the upstairs sleep issue. Tony was terribly reluctant to leave me with the baby all night by myself. His concern was adorable since I spend my all my days with Alice. At least at night she is semi-dormant.
The other reason for his reluctance is that he and Alice are smitten. He is one smitten kitten.

One side effect of a smitten new father is that certain baby activities are completely daddy-centric. For instance the "My Onsie is a Glorious Hat" game. (See above)

The other daddy-centric activity is "tummy-time" where Alice gets her workout on her stomach.

Our kid can hold her head up like nobody's business and even scoot around with her feet. However, I wish someone would inform Alice that she is not old enough to maintain this workout for very long. She works like she is training for a triathlon. When she gets tired Alice will fuss and scream but she won't stop feeling the burn. Now Mommy wants to spare her little kumquat all possible discomfort and will bring tummy time to a screeching halt at the first hoot. Daddy will hold firm and just whoop and yell "FEEL THE BURN BABY! Daddy is so proud of his little brute!"

As you can see, Alice and Tony work until they both need a nap.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Things to do before I go

If you take a gander at the popular blog Mighty Girl (see link to the right) you will see that the author Maggie has started a list of things she wants to do before she dies. It is a great list. Makes me happy just reading it. Anyone who has read my comics knows that this is the sort of thing that appeals to me. The best thing about these lists is that the deadline is undetermined so all hopes and dreams seem possible.

Now that I am a new Mother I think less about what I want to do before I pass and more about all that I can, no MUST show Alice at some point in the future.

I started with two experiences that were mind-blowing and precious to me as a kid. The first is the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.

This image is not mine and can be found at the Balloon Fiesta website in the link above.

As a kid I remember waking up at 4am way before the sun and making our way through miles of traffic to the festival grounds. When we got there all the balloons would be flat on the ground and it would be freezing outside. It is cold in the desert before sunrise so don't scoff Chicago friends!. As soon as my parents could buy me a hot chocolate from the food vendors the hot air balloons would fire up and fill with hot air. So you could walk between two warm balloons and get pressed between them as they swelled up into the sky. It was a peaceful and magical time. I can't wait to bring the kid.

The other event is the Burning of ZOZOBRA. This is when a giant puppet is engulfed in flames for our sins. No kidding.
Go look at the website. I'll wait.

When we went to this event with our Mom I cowered behind our picnic basket but my sister Jesse (who was 7ish) screamed BURN HIM! BURN HIM!! I love Jesse.

I have put the list to the right under my links. I will be adding things to list as they occur to me. Tony is being included on this list since he won't update his own blog. I will but a "T" next to his Alice wishes.

Thanks Leanne!

Today the mailman brought me a lovely package from our good buddy Leanne. Leanne's gifts are always fantastic all the way down to the packaging. She has a great design aesthetic as you can see from her blog Kindred Design (see links to the right). This gift was a series of tiny packages and an excellent comic and poem from her husband Brad. I will scan the comic and post it soon, along with some other great Brad mini-comics. The scanner is upstairs but the baby is see my dilemma.

You can see the two packages above and the contents. The bows are from Ella Bella Bows which are created by Leanne's friend. I think they are super cute and I can't wait until Alice's hair is long enough to dress her up in the lovely bows. The outfit is too cute and big enough for Alice to wear in about a year.

Alice says,

Sunday, July 27, 2008


Last night my Aunt Ivett passed away after a long illness. Ivett was a well known and respected talent agent in Dallas. Most of the folks who have ever appeared on "Walker Texas Ranger" owe her for their jobs. She was a funny and fierce lady. Ivett could also be tremendously sweet and she gave me my first job out of college working at her agency. She also gave me a shot as a working commercial actor. I completely failed to book any work (beyond a few spots, extra work, and a random industrial Pizza Hut DVD) but Ivett let me stick around for more than a year playing around in her office and joking around with her during lunch.

It is completely unfair that Ivett should have to pass away so young and that my cousin has lost his Mom before his senior year of high school and that my Uncle should lose his wife. However, Ivett was a determined lady and she built her dream home, her dream business, and dedicated tons of time to her favorite charities before her health failed her. Most of all she spent many happy years with her husband and son. They were always a fun adventurous family and they clearly delighted in each other's company. I know that Ben and Philip will continue that tradition of happy adventure in the years to come.

Sleep Depravation + Diaper Change Trauma

Tony and I are working on our laptops in bed. Alice is asleep between us. Tony turns to me and says,

Tony: The fan just kicked off and I felt a warm breeze on my leg and I thought to myself...Is the computer peeing on me?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Gecko Adventure

In Alice's first week Tony and I discovered that Alice takes to diaper changes much better when the wipes are swished around in warm water for a bit. During one bewildering 3am change Tony took point and brought Alice to her changing table, while I stumbled into our bathroom to get the water ready. Nobody turns on the bathroom light during a 3am change. So I was completely surprised when I stepped up to the sink and felt something tiny wiggle under my foot. I (of course) screamed bloody murder and dove for the light. What should I see but a tiny and entirely unhurt orange baby Gecko!

What followed was a very confused parent conversation:

Tony: Are you ok?!
Me: I stepped on a Gecko!!
Tony: A what?
Me: Gecko
Tony: What?
Tony: ...wha?
Alice: WAAAA! (stop talking and wipe my butt)

Tonight while Tony and Alice slept and I put the last dishes away I looked down into the sink and what should I see but my friend the Gecko.

Here is a shot of the drain for size comparison. This fella is truly tiny.

Makes me worry about ever running the disposal again.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Travel and Sleep

This weekend we ventured out on our first road trip. Tony, the kid, and I went to our niece Marilyn's baptism in Sugarland (a suburb of Houston for those outside Texas). It was about 2.5 hours from our house and our little sweetie made it without a peep the whole way. Of course once we arrived there was a full diaper and feeding to attend to. Alice and I spent the whole ceremony in the cry room which was just as well considering her gassy tummy can be post-feeding. She has uncanny timing too this kid. So one might think she was being sacrilegious letting one rip every time the congregation said "Amen".

We had a great view of the ceremony though and my niece was a perfect cherub for the entire service. She looked adorable all swathed in her white christening gown. It was the first time we got to meet Marilyn in person (since our kid and her cousin were born only 6 weeks apart) and we were dying to play with her. Understandably Marilyn was a bit sleepy on her big day so we reserved our affections to cooing from a distance.

It was great to see the family. Big hello to bro-in-law Mike (also Godfather to Marilyn) if you are reading today's post!
Even though she doesn't understand us yet Tony and I have already regaled Alice with the tale of how in one seven month stretch her Uncle Mike selflessly moved all of our furniture not once but TWICE, in the hot Texas sun (and humidity).
Thanks Uncle Mike!

Here is another big thank you. Thanks to Kevin for sending us the Dr. Sears Baby Book! That was such a thoughtful gift and not a moment too soon because our beloved girl has stopped sleeping at night...
Yes, you read that right. It's not her fault. The kid has crazy gas pains. We have many suggestions from our pediatrician and various family members for dealing with the gas. But what has really helped her was following the "Get to sleep" suggestions from Dr. Sears. It's not perfect yet but at least we have moved beyond the zombie feeling. Sleep deprivation makes Tony and I do silly things like make the baby flip off her parents while she sleeps. The picture above is a visual representation of how we feel when she nestles down for a long nap at 2pm after a long night of fussing.

Thank you also to my cousin Kevin who was sweet enough to send us a Target card that purchased a baby swing, that the kid loves to sleep in. May a thousand blessings rain down on the two Kevins!

Friday, July 11, 2008

Such a pretty girl, who vomited on me this morning.

We had our two week visit to the Pediatrician today and our lady is just about 12lbs. Oh yeah.
We also had a heel prick test where our little brute almost lifted the nurse out of her chair and punched her in the face. The kid is strong ya'll. Nurse was frightened. We had some excitement after a rushed feeding during the exam. Tony and the doctor were discussing immunity in newborns while I cradled Alice in my arms. Suddenly I was drenched by a wave of warm sticky "used" milk. Mmmmm....

Poor kid is like a pitcher. You tip her over and everything spills out. The doctor laughed and said she was glad that happened in her office and not at home where it would have freaked us out.

Too bad I didn't get a picture of that moment. Bad blogger! No biscuit.

Caption could win nothing!

I can't think of a caption for this photo, taken last night after Tony and I dissolved into giggles by our inability to put a nightgown on our baby. Any suggestions?


Today while we ate dinner and Alice rocked out in her Papasan chair (thanks Aunt Becky!) we looked for quotes to set in Alice's formal birth announcements. We came across this great quote from author Alice Walker:

"Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence."
-Alice Walker

Speaking of great quotes last night a slap-happy and sleep deprived Tony laughed for a good 15 minuets at this bit on Conan O'Brian: Somethin' Somethin' his Pastry Bag

Wednesday, July 2, 2008


Note for the Squeemish: If something gross is about to be mentioned I will preface it with this: (YUCK)

3:00 am(ish)
I wake up with regular cramps and think to myself, "I'm in labor, but that's...ok". My sleepy brain decides that if I am not uncomfortable enough to jump up and call for help then I can get in a few more Zs. Sort of like when I was in college and decided that today's class was just a lab and I really could hit snooze a few dozen more times.

4:15 am
As the swelling cramps became more noticeable I woke a bit and started rolling from one side to the other, which is hard to do gracefully at 41+ weeks pregnant. I was getting pretty close to waking Tony up with all my sloshing around so I decided to head into the living room with my favorite pillows and Tony's college dorm blanket (the only unusable guest blanket in our house because it is so very fuggly). I waddled to the couch and made myself a little nest of blankets and pillows. Then I set up a lamp so I could have some reading light. I was dying to get into my nest and try for more sleep but I am a freakshow who can not go to sleep without reading something first.

For some reason I picked MAUS by Art Spiegelman. If you haven't read it then please do so right away. It an anthropomorphic retelling of his father's memories of Nazi Germany and the concentration camps at Auschwitz. I don't know why I decided to labor with MAUS but something about that family's love and devotion to each other and the clever survival instincts of his father were very comforting and encouraging to me as things got more intense.

6:00 am
After a while sleep seemed unlikely and I needed to get under hot water so I took many "showers" which consisted of my holding the shower faucet over my tummy and breathing deeply. The water was great but I wanted to lie down again and the living room seemed too far away. The sun had risen and there was light in our bedroom, so I crawled back into bed with Tony. Because I must always read in bed I took a copy of "The Birth Book" by William and Martha Sears.
(shout out of thanks to Gillian for lending me her copy!) I flipped to a random page and read that the uterus itself does not have pain receptors but the muscles that surround the uterus get fatigued by all the cramping and that is what hurts. So presumably if you can encourage all those muscles to relax while you are in a contraction it will be more manageable. I had read this maybe 10 billion times before in my years of internet baby birthin' research, but it didn't sink in until right in that moment.
I had been clenching my teeth and sucking in my abs (such as they were) during the contractions, while deeply breathing...which was stupid. Now I just made everything in me that was freaking out calm down and let go. Soon the contractions became warmer and more acceptable. I started finding positions that eased my mind instead of sending me into a panic.

7:00 am
I leap up from the bed and vomit loudly in the restroom which wakes Tony. I had wanted him to sleep as much as possible but when I got back to bed his eyes were open and he asked if I was ok.

I decided that this relaxing breathing thing was nice and all but I needed other people to feel my pain. So I gently told Tony that we might have to skip my 8am OBGYN visit because I might be in labor. Tony (bless him) leapt up and started pulling stuff together for the hospital. My contractions were about three to four minuets apart so I was limiting my communication to forced calm commands,
"Find the IPod. Put my pillows in the car. Go eat breakfast. Pet my back. Get the carseat. Wake up Mom."
and sappy love declarations,
"I love you so much, thank you for being so sweet. You are really the best person in the whole world."
Mom suddenly appears at my side fully dressed and ready to go. She massages my back while Tony calls the Dr.

7:45 am
We call the OBGYN's office and tell them that I am most likely in labor. My Doctor will not be in until 8am but they want me to come into the office anyway and if this is true labor they will send me over to the hospital. I am pissed because I know very well what this is and I want to go straight to the hospital. Also I want a big mac and another 8 hours of sleep.
We toddle to the car and before I get out the door I lock eyes with the cat who is looking at me like I am a crazed water buffalo. "It's ok kitty." I say, but he is not convinced.

8:20 am
We are driving to the hospital and the seat is hot on my back (thanks Texas) and the air conditioning is cool on my face (thanks Chevy) so I actually feel pretty good. The labor is not intense enough to make potholes uncomfortable and I am happy to be in the car with Tony going on a drive. We start joking about taking this car to Mexico and forgetting the whole birth thing. Tony is looking a little freaked around the edges but he handles everything like a pro.

8:35 am
OBGYN's office. Doctor Hart says, "Lets see where we are." and does an internal exam. Then she looks me in the face and says "Oh my gosh! You are five centimeters! Do you want to check into the Hospital or would you prefer to labor at home?"
"HOSPITAL!!" I say and she bounces a little bit with excitement. Dr. Hart has already told them I am coming and everybody is ready for me to check in.

I throw up in the hospital parking lot. Note: Mangos are not so bad coming back up. Gross I know but I'm just saying, there are worse things to be sick on.

9:00 am
I had Alice at Seaton Southwest here in Austin and I couldn't recommend it more. This place is wonderful. Big rooms, one to one ratio of nurses to patients. It is quiet and sitting in the middle of the green hill country. The lady who took me up to my room had a bitchin' tattoo sleeve on her arm. She told me about the birth of her daughter and how she decided on orange blossoms and tigers for her shoulder ink. Contractions notwithstanding I was having a pretty fine time.

9:30 am
The dreaded monitoring begins. The lovely nurse Michelle is ready for me when I wheel into the room and she takes my vitals and hooks up a IV lock (with the help of nurse Maria). The lock takes a long time and a few tries because I am a very white lady with tiny veins. Also all of the (YUCK)throwing up and my lack of sleep since 4am (ish) has left me dehydrated. Then they put the two monitor belts on me to follow the progress of the baby's heartbeat and my contractions. Now I already knew all about the monitors from my research and I didn't think they were a bad idea because I wanted the baby's heartrate monitored. However, what I failed to realize is that the relaxing trick during contractions is almost impossible when two tight belts are constricting the area you are trying to relax. Not only that the kid's heartbeat kept disappearing. So I would be imagining bunnies twitching in a field next to a babbling brook (or something equally relaxing) and suddenly someone would have to jerk my monitors around and re-attach my belts. Not only that the kid started to kick against the belts from the inside. Relaxing was no longer feasible.

1:00 pm
I have banished everyone from the room (except nurse Michelle, who is required to re-do the monitor check every 45 minuets) so I can lean back in a barcalounger covered in a blanket and think about bunnies. After a while bunnies are too stressful and I start panicking trying to imagine more placid animals. Deer, wombats, snakes, squirrels, and fish are all quickly discarded. Then my brain lands on the image of a tiny truffle pig snuffling through the woods. This is perfect. I concentrate on my little piggy and follow her progress as she looks for food. After this is all over I will be nursing my daughter and marveling at the similarities between that little piggy and my Alice.
This whole time I am trying to sleep between contractions as the nurses continue to do their thing.
Tony and Mom sit in the waiting room for hours doing who knows what (you will have to wait for Tony's account to see what Daddy did during this time) and they only stepped into the room very briefly to check on me and then retreat when I groaned that everyone needed to leave me alone because I was TIRED.

4:00 pm
Dr. Hart has checked me and I have stalled out at 6 centimeters. This is disappointing because I labored so efficiently at home. The hospital setting was lovely and the barcalounger was comfortable, but neither was effective at getting babies out.
Dr. Hart suggested breaking my water. I was reluctant because I knew how much more painful it would probably be once there was no cushion between my cervix and the baby's head. But Dr. Hart convinced me it was the thing to do (and I agree in retrospect).
(YUCK) Dr. Hart took what looks like a crochet needle and stuck it up inside me to rip the amniotic sack. Suddenly I felt like I had peed my pants. I couldn't see it but Tony said that a mass of water and baby poo came pouring out of me. This poo is called meconium and was cause for concern because it isn't good for babies to swallow too much of the stuff. It wasn't a surprise that I had lots of meconium since the baby was overdue, but it ment that a Pediatrician had to be at the birth to suction the baby and we had to consider how long I was going to labor.

5:00 pm
You know how I said that breaking the water might make contractions more intense. joke. Now I didn't want to be alone and I insisted that Tony and my Mom be constantly available to pet me and arrange my birthing equipment (exercise ball, pillows, glass of water, etc). I was officially dehydrated so they started me on a series of IV drips. The monitoring was continuing and I also had a blood pressure cuff. So I was covered in tubes and belts and machines of all sorts. This made relaxing somewhat of a joke. But I decided to roll with it and remember all the skills I learned in pre-natal yoga. If something wasn't working for me I would try something else. I moaned and made noise, more to prove that I had control over the situation than anything else. Tony (bless him) moaned with me so I wouldn't feel stupid doing it alone. I rocked around and buried my face into things (Tony's chest, Mom's back, a roll of toilet paper). At times I escaped all the tubing (between monitoring sessions and after my fluid bag was empty) and let Tony take me into the shower. Tony brought shorts for the occasion (bless him) and held me up while I sprayed water on myself. He also held me up when I couldn't stand and let me bitch and whine about how crappy I felt. He kept assuring me that "Yes" he did eat dinner (liar) and "Yes" his back didn't hurt from holding me up (unlikely).

7:00 pm
I was seven centimeters (close to 8) and Dr. Hart was not encouraged by the slow going. However, she didn't press me because she and I both know that labor can slow down near transition to give a lady a break.
Then...transition was upon me. The contractions were right on top of one another and I was in frustrated tears. I went back to the shower and was told I could only stay in there a few minuets because with my water broken they wanted constant (not intermittent) monitoring. The nurses found a monitor that could be worn around my neck so I wouldn't be tied down to the bed. But the thought of trying to keep the baby's monitor functioning, being strapped around the stomach, and dealing with these non-stop contractions all at the same time was too much for me to handle. I stayed in the shower with Tony well beyond the time they wanted me back and thought about my sister-in-law Karen and how she had said that if she could give a present to any woman she cared for it would be an epidural.

I have never had anything against the epidural personally. I think it is just a tool in the birthing box. My concern was that my labour might stall out if I got the drugs too early. Since I was eight centimeters and contracting hard I thought "What the Hell." I leaned into Tony (now completely soaked by the shower) and admitted that I might want an anesthesiologist. He reassured me that it was fine and that I was fantastic for what I had done so far. He said anything I wanted to do would be the right decision.

9:00 pm
So it was done. As many women have said in the past, it is difficult to be still during a contraction while a needle goes into your spine. I kept my cool by digging my nails into Tony's back while the anesthesiologist wiggled into my spine. It was a very wrong feeling for a little bit. Then it was a warm numbing right feeling. I didn't get a large dose so I could feel and move my legs and also feel the contractions, but they were more like the 4am contractions. The only downside was that all of my adrenaline had nowhere to go and I got a case of the shakes and couldn't sleep.

10:00 pm
Dr. Hart checks and there is no progress at all. I have stalled. An internal contraction monitor is inserted along with a catheter. Now she wants me to try Pitocin to augment my labor. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid and I very upset at myself, and her, and the world. So Dr. Hart suggests (YUCK) nipple stimulation, which is just what it sounds like. I would be mimicking the motions of a baby nursing with two warm washcloths to get my uterus to contract. She wants my contraction monitor to be above 60 (it is at about 30) for each contraction. So I get to work on the ole' nipples. I tell you I rubbed away a layer of skin on the poor girls! But it worked and my monitor did show larger and faster contractions.

11:00 pm
All for naught. The baby was not getting stressed by the contractions and wasn't really moving down. I talked to Mom and Tony and decided to throw in the towel on the whole Pitocin issue. So Dr. Hart put me on the drug and told me we would wait 4 hours and check me again to see if we could get to the pushing stage.

So here I am lying in a dark room. Tony is in the barcalounger getting some much needed sleep. Mom is decidedly NOT sleeping and pretending to watch a show about home renovation on HGTV. I am feeling the nausea that comes with not having eaten in 30+ hours and having thrown up all my reserves. I am shaking and my blood pressure is dropping.
I start considering the possibility that in 4 hours I might be fully dilated, but then I will be 4 hours more hungry and more tired and facing the prospect that this kid might be too big to fit through me without doing some major damage. This is where the hours and hours of birth research does me right. I know all my options and all the possible outcomes for me and the baby. I have done everything I can to have an uncomplicated vaginal birth. So internally I make a firm choice in my own mind to pull the plug on this game plan and go in another direction.
Externally I say "Mommy...I can't do this."

My Mom comes over and is very calm and respectful. She discusses the pros and cons with me as if we are talking mutual funds over coffee. Then she says that I am a informed patient of this hospital and she agrees that my decision is final. Mom talks to the nurse (excellent Kathy) who check me out and finds that not only have I not progressed but that I am swelling back up to a smaller cervical size. I tell Kathy to let Dr. Hart know I am ready for my C-section.

1:30 am
A flurry of activity. Tony is awakened and informed that he has to put on paper booties. My anesthesiologist returns to pump my epidural up to a spinal block. I am dislodged from my tangled web of tubes (YAY!) and rolled into the freezing operating room, hefted onto the table and strapped down again (Boo.)
I start shaking like I have never shook before. The whole table is moving. Dr. Hart comes over and puts a warm hand on me. She looks down and very kindly says that the shaking is normal and that trying to stop it will probably just make it increase. She says that everything is going to be fine and she is not worried. They put up a sheet and start prepping my tummy for the incision. My arms are strapped down like...well like Jesus on the cross minus the divinity. I feel some tugging and Tony walks in all in a gown and paper hat. Later he told me that they had already started the surgery and he walked in on my open tummy! Tony tried to put my glasses on my face (bless him) so I could see the baby when she came out. But Tony has perfect vision so he doesn't know from glasses. My frames were halfway inside my left ear and way above my right so I could see like 40% of the view in front of my face. Then I felt like a truck driven by an elephant wearing a concrete jumpsuit landed on my chest. I gasped in shock and suddenly I heard chirping and wailing coming from the baby!

2:16 am
I swear to you I recognized her voice from the very beginning. She sounded a little bit like my sister Jesse and a lot like me. I knew she was fine with the meconium issue and that her lungs were healthy. Tony (bless him) ran right over to her and came right back to me "She's healthy, she's fine, she's BEAutiful!" After a lot of suctioning and crying they brought the baby over to me. She looked very familiar and annoyed. I said "she's lovely" and "please take her away" because I was going into shock and had to throw up my pre-op anti-nausea drink.
I told the anesthesiologist, "I am going to throw up, could you fix my glasses, push my mask off, and I am going to throw up RIGHT NOW." Being a highly trained medical professional he took care of the situation with great efficiency. He even gave me some intravenous nausea medication through my IV before I had to ask for it. Lovely man.

3:00 am
Dr. Hart has finished sewing me up and everyone who saw my incision over the next few days remarked on how small and perfect her stitches were. The scar will be minimal because she rocks pretty hard. I am very pleased that we chose her as our doctor. I never felt like she was forcing me to do anything and she never made me feel bad about my wishes. If you are looking for a great surgeon and respectful OBGYN in the Austin area I would recommend Dr. Chris Hart.

I am returned to my room totally dehydrated and shaking. Then somebody hands me a baby. I say hello. She says "..."
I nurse her right away and for some reason it seems totally easy compared to everything else that happened tonight. The kid is big and some of the nurses are laughing about her 14.5 inch head. Apparently 15 inches is the biggest they have seen. She is a whopping 10 pounds 10 ounces. I am smug and satisfied with my c-section decision. Then everybody sort of disappears and it is just me, the baby, Tony, and Mom.
We all look at the baby and she looks at us.

That is pretty much what we have been doing for the past six days of her life. We look at her, she looks back at us.

I drink your breastmilk!

Our little flower has surpassed her birth weight already. Check out the lovely onsie that was Alice's first present from her Auntie Karen. I can't believe how long this kid is. I think we can safely skip all our newborn clothes and mosey right on over to 3-6 months. Here is Alice in a onsie from her Grandmother Nancy.


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Dance-y Pants

We brought Alice home from the hospital on Monday afternoon. The outfit is from her Great-Grandmother Bette. As soon as we took her out of her carseat Tony asked Alice if she liked her new home. She thought about it for a second and then burst into interpretive dance!

Like the wacky judge Mia Michaels says on "So You Think You Can Dance",

"I honor the gift you are giving the universe with your dance statement."
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