Today was one of those days that made me really happy to be mom of 2 girls.
Yesterday, I was driving all around town, screaming expletives at idiot drivers because I had (as usual) waited until the last minute to find leotards, tights and ballet shoes for both my girls. You see, this morning, they began their very first ballet class. I signed them up a couple of months ago and have been marking the days off my calendar, in anticipation of this moment.
I'm not a girly-girl by any stretch of the imagination. I own 1 dress and that's exactly how many times it's been worn...once. I live in shorts and t-shirts in the summer and jeans and long sleeve shirts in the winter. I haven't used a hair dryer in YEARS and can count on 1 hand the number of times in the last 15 years that I've worn makeup. Like I said, I'm pretty low-maintenance.
But, when it came to the thought of my 2 little princesses in ballet slippers and tutus, well, I almost tear up at the idea. And so, I dressed them in their little outfits and took them to the studio and proceeded to watch the magic happen.
We're ready for our close-up, Mr. DeMille. Serious dancers don't smile you know.
This class is called Fairytale Princess Ballet. Each week, the class members get to wear a different princess costume. At the end, they pick their favorite costume and Cinderella comes to visit them for their finale. I can hardly wait!
Here's my youngest, cracking a smile. We wouldn't want anyone to think that she's actually enjoying herself or anything.
Oh, back to the serious stare. Working this wand is a serious job.
Here's my oldest, the queen of the divas. She's 3 and a half and is already copping attitude like a 14 year old. Oh boy, there's going to be some rough years ahead, I can already tell! She was digging the costume though. She was the only student who wore it the whole time. I was afraid she was going to insist on bringing it home with us.
A diva simply must have her rest.