For months, Ella has asked if she could take ballet. She has practiced ballet in the living room and read every book about Angelina the ballerina mouse she could get her hands on, just to prove how earnestly she wanted to be a "ballet girl". I've always been suspicious that its was mostly about the pink leotard and ballet shoes, but when a coworker told me about a local dance studio that was both low key and cheap, I couldn't resist. Tonight was her first class, a ballet/tap/tumbling class. I say its to help with the coordination skills that she lacks, but its pretty hard to deny how darn cute she is in that little pink leotard.
The pictures are fuzzy at best due to having to take them through glass in the parent waiting room, but her glee is unmistakeable.
