Dance Moms: Attention Shoppers. The ALDC Team Is Once Again Available In Toddler Sizes. The Minis Are Here.Wednesday, January 20th, 2016
Lawd, just gimme the strength to keep my hair on point with all of these screaming babies.
So if that’s not the real Justin Bieber teaching our kids Hip Hop, Imma need to update Instagram.
No. I’m serious. I will literally stab myself with this curling iron if she wears pigtails again.
Why do we have to park out back by the dumpster? That meter has been empty for 3 weeks.
Mama’s got her sensible shoes on today, so if you all wanna run back to PA we can do this.
I specifically gave her a Toddlers & Tiaras name, but then TLC cancelled the show. So here we are, Lifetime.
These chicks are straight up crazy. Just gimme my trophy so I can get back to Foot Locker.
What they say, I mean.
It’s always the quiet ones.
And the little ones. Definitely the little ones.
Those are the ones you really gotta look out for. Just ask anyone at the ALDCLA.
And they’d know, because after weeks of build-up it was the Invasion Of The Minis.
In an effort to extend the shelf life of her brand…and since there is still no Time Machine invented that will allow us to go back and relive these Dance Moms memories again…
Side note: Look at those little niblets sitting on the floor right there. They’re like 2 years old. Where did the time go? And where did Brooke and Paige and Chloe and Vivi go?
Hand-picked at a recent cattle call audition (…that for some reason required two bowls of munchies that were off limits to that other guy there…) the new crop of dancers would be training at the studio, but not competing at this time. And since none of them were old enough to drive yet, they would most likely be accompanied by their mothers.
Holly Math: Junior Team + MiniSquad + TMZ + Only 24 Hours In A Day = Trouble.
We heart Holly. She has a PhD, you know. Not in Math. I forget what it is, but I know it’s not Math. But somehow she still figured out that this was not gonna work out very well.
And then she made this HollyFace.
Season Six is looking like a banner year for the #HollyFace hashtag.
Bottom of the Pyramid: Kendall, Nia (…“Excuse me Boo, you’re in my way”…) Sioux and Mackenzie or MackZ or whatever it is now. I thought we were back to just plain Mackenzie Ziegler, but then Abby referred to her in the past-tense and I got confused.
Middle Row: JoJo and Brynn, who for some reason looked more like Maddie‘s sister than Maddie’s sister did this week.
Top o’ the Heap: Kalani! It wasn’t really clear if she was Top Dawg for her dancing skills or for not misplacing her newborn brother, because Abby kind of slipped Jett‘s birth announcement in with some rambling sumthin sumthin about being a good babysitter and Pyramid rankings. But either way…congrats.
Yes. The TV World finally caught up with the Real World and Kira had that baby!
Kisses. What a peanut.
This week, the gang was headed to the Devotion 2 Dance Competition. I love when everyone cheers and gets all excited before Abby even finishes the sentence. They don’t even know what they’re clapping for yet.
Kendall scored a solo titled ‘All Eyes On Me’ while JoJo got her BowBow yanked out and was handed an ‘I’ll Show You The Dark Side’ character solo.
Side note: Maddie was MIA again, strictly observing Abby’s new moratorium on not doing any outside activities other than dancing at the ALDCLA by doing an outside activity that didn’t involve dancing at the ALDCLA.
I swear. Dance Rules are harder to understand than Dance Math.
Melissa‘s hair looked nice, BTW.
The group routine was going to be a Hip Hop number called ‘Straight Outta Pittsburgh’ because Gianna was nowhere to be found and the internet has yet to beat this one into the ground, yo. And neither have I, apparently.
You heard me. Hip Hop.
The kids went bonkers, especially when Rumor Noel and some guy named Guy Amir came running into the studio. Dat’s rite. Two ALDCLA faculty members were gonna drop it like it was hot this week!! Lyrical Whaaaat?
These. Two. Can. Dance.
Hat Fact: When they blur out the logo on your snapback, you know you’re a rockstar.
And then the Minis arrived.
Hundreds of them. All at once. And so cute.
And then the Moms came in and the party really got started.
Side note: These Pageant Name Generating Machines. Where do I get one?
We met Tiffanie and her daughter Alexus, who I assume was named after somebody else named Alexis and the luxury automobile they use to carpool to dance class.
We also met Sari and her daughter Areana. Very smiley, I must say.
And then it was Kerri and her daughter Peyton. Was it just me, or did she introduce her daughter like “I just got these Louboutins at Nordstrom and had to Pay a Ton.” You hear that? Not Peyton. Pay…(dramatic pause)…Ton.
I liked her just for that, because you know I’m all about the drama.
And don’t forget Mary and her daughter Alysa. She was missing an ‘S‘ in her name, but immediately got Bonus Points for dressing up like my favorite Star Trek character from the Shatner days. I love whatever that is that’s going on in her hair right now.
If there’s not a Season 7, Bryan Stinson‘s gonna have to change his phone number.
The next day as the Minis all bounced around like they were inside one of those germ infested inflatable Chuck E. Cheese castles, the big girls got to getting their Hip Hop on with the help of…count ’em…not one, but THREE boy dancers!
YAAAAS! Abby surprised the team with the addition of a dude trio who all danced like *NSYNC and yet somehow still looked like they should be hosting Blue’s Clues.
Ryan, Blake and Kenneth were in the ALDC hizzle, fo’ shizzle.
And let’s just say The Three Musketeers had it going on. Boom.
Oh. Holly and Melissa kept making these faces every time they stepped on a Mini.
Those little babies were Every. Where.
Spoiler Alert: It was working.
Nia was also tag teaming JoJo’s routine, just in case, but the two of them seemed to be playing quite nicely together. When the BowBow comes off, JoJo seems to lose some of her SpazSpaz. She and her Mom make me spit out my drink every time they open their mouths.
Side note: If you watch all the Minis running around and imagine a doggy squeak toy going off every time they take a step, it’s pretty hilarious. I wish I had sound effects.
As solo rehearsals progressed, Jill was getting more protective of Kendall’s personal space and attempted to create some kind of Invisible Dance Moms Force Field around her daughter to keep Brynn from getting all up in her grill.
Ashlee picked on Jill. Jill picked on Ashlee. These two did this again.
Remember the ALDC Pecking Order.
Hashtag: I Died. Jill Vertes quoted RuPaul’s Drag Race and now I’m done for day.
Lucky for us, yet unfortunate for the children caught in the crossfire, the Drag Queen Drama continued when Brynn (…allegedly…) got too close to Kendall’s imaginary bubble and Jill noted that if Ashlee’s kid had a brain in her head she would move out of the way.
Ladies. Start your engines.
Jill and Ashlee tore into the studio.
Jill said whatever this was…
Back out in the hallway, Jill told Brynn she should have stepped aside and not been in front of Kendall and that she should never talk back to adults when Brynn tried to explain that she didn’t do anything wrong and would have moved if she was aware that she had been in anybody’s orbit which Jill may or may not have believed which in turn made Brynn cry and caused Ashlee to come (drag)racing over to yank her baby away from Jill who just kinda stood there for a second while Mackenzie decided she should be crying too for some reason while everyone got dragged into what was either a voting booth or a Macy’s fitting room to have a group meltdown while Melissa tried to run to the rescue in the most inappropriately high stilettos for such an activity.
And the whole thing totally deserved that one long run-on sentence. So you’re welcome.
I live for editing. There. I said it.
Did I forget to mention that Holly swooped in to snatch all the kids out of harm’s way?
Because she did. Totally. Because that’s what she always does in a crisis.
Remember when this happened…
And then this happened…
And make this #HollyFace all the time, of course. That’s key.
I’m done. Done.
Tiny Pay…(dramatic pause)…Ton didn’t wanna play no more and wanted to take all her toys and go home. She was almost at the Hiccup Crying stage fercryingoutloud, the poor thing. Nobody even offered her a kleenex.
Dance Moms Rule #1: Everybody has to quit at least once and come back.
It’s in the contract, honey.
So they did. Abby trailed them out into the parking lot and convinced them to come back inside and watch the rehearsals. Which they did. So one crisis averted.
For now, anyhooo.
Finally, it was Showtime!
Safety First: If Kendall doesn’t get off that damn phone when she’s walking into the venue every week she’s gonna fall in an uncovered sewer department manhole someday.
I swear. Kids and their electronics.
It was also time for Abby to receive a call from her lawyer regarding all the hidden profits from this whole extravaganza. The alleged ones, I mean. Almost forgot that part.
I guess Saving All Those Tears For Your Pillow doesn’t qualify as a rule when you’re looking at a couple years in the slammer, because Abby cried and then cried some more and then took off in her car for the rest of the episode, after putting on the most comfortable looking fur-lined teal old lady moccasins I’ve evah seen and then blowing me a personal air kiss out the window.
She’s outta here till next week.
Backstage, Jill kinda sorta apologized for yelling or not yelling at Brynn and Ashlee told Jill she was sorry that Jill was such a bitch. Wait. What?
But Ashlee was all like…
…and then Jill looked at her all like…
So, yeah…that went nowhere.
Side note: The fact that Bianca Del Rio is wearing the same top that Jill was wearing when she flipped out on Abby just proves that all my worlds are slowly colliding and there’s nothing I can do to prevent the inevitable. Pray for me.
Speaking of old ladies, tho. (The slippers…not Jill and Ashlee. Gah.) Somebody needs to send me the youtube link to whatever dance troupe did that crazy routine with the Nicki Minaj nursing home ladies pushing walkers who booty slapped themselves and then went to Old Country Buffet. Please tell me you see that number when they cut back from commercial. That was whack.
Kendall’s solo went well, even though Ashlee felt otherwise. JoJo’s makeup and solo were both equally crazy.
And then the Blue’s Klues Krew arrived in the Green Room to show the West Coast how the almost East Coast Pittsburgh do it.
This kids’ face, tho. Welcome to the ALDCLA, sparky.
Saluting both Pittsburgh’s 412 area code and Vivi-Anne’s legendary Bee Costume…
And of course, it took First Place.
Not that the emcee could read her card with those crazy bangs she was styling.
But they won. Trust me.
JoJo came in Second in her age division. Despite Ashlee’s grumblings, Kendall scored First Place in her age category and even got to stand next to a little girl who looked like she was plucked right off the Olympic medal risers. You see that?
And then it was over.
Hip Hop Redemption.
And a Mini Invasion.
Just another week at the ALDCLA.
Time to back this thing up and buzz outta here.
See you next time.