With the title of this post, I'm trying to give you fair warning. But there's really no amount of mental preparation that can help you come to terms with the ridiculous adorableness that is...
Clementine in her very first ballet costume.
I'm not wrong, am I?
Clementine has been begging, pleading, and praying to take a ballet class. I don't even know where she came up with it because it's honestly not something I've been pushing. At. All. But she had it in her head she wanted to do it. She's asked on and off for months but after the holidays, I started getting it every single day. Morning, noon and night. I'd say things like, "I'll call and look into it," and a few hours later, she'd come looking for me, asking if I'd called. When I told her I'd e-mailed a few places, she wanted specifics. "Mommy, did you color a ballet picture and send it to them on the e-mail?" Doh. I forgot that part.
It turned out to be trickier than I thought it'd be to find a Saturday class. It would seem that in our neck of the woods most prima ballerinas must have stay-at-home mommies because I only found one place with Saturday classes. And they were full. I took a cue from my darling daughter and begged and pleaded... and sure enough... a space opened up and she's in.
So then I went and cleaned out her college fund paying for the class and the gear:-)
When the girl at the local dancewear store rang me up and I let out a little squeak at the final tally, she said, "Yeah, you're gonna want to try to steer her towards modern dance as she gets older." "Why?" I asked, clueless. "No shoes," she said.
So far, it feels like it'll be worth every penny.
Clementine in her very first ballet costume.
I'm not wrong, am I?
Clementine has been begging, pleading, and praying to take a ballet class. I don't even know where she came up with it because it's honestly not something I've been pushing. At. All. But she had it in her head she wanted to do it. She's asked on and off for months but after the holidays, I started getting it every single day. Morning, noon and night. I'd say things like, "I'll call and look into it," and a few hours later, she'd come looking for me, asking if I'd called. When I told her I'd e-mailed a few places, she wanted specifics. "Mommy, did you color a ballet picture and send it to them on the e-mail?" Doh. I forgot that part.
It turned out to be trickier than I thought it'd be to find a Saturday class. It would seem that in our neck of the woods most prima ballerinas must have stay-at-home mommies because I only found one place with Saturday classes. And they were full. I took a cue from my darling daughter and begged and pleaded... and sure enough... a space opened up and she's in.
So then I went and cleaned out her college fund paying for the class and the gear:-)
When the girl at the local dancewear store rang me up and I let out a little squeak at the final tally, she said, "Yeah, you're gonna want to try to steer her towards modern dance as she gets older." "Why?" I asked, clueless. "No shoes," she said.
So far, it feels like it'll be worth every penny.
