After months of begging, many impromptu performances, and the purchase of some severely cute pink ballet shoes, my oldest daughter went to her first ballet class today. There was fairy dancing, some scarves and stars, and even an obstacle course (Mr. Baryshnikov, take note). We're trying the class at our local Y, so I also tried the infant center with Julia, checking back every few minutes to confirm that yes, she was still busy disassembling their toy area.
And so I sat outside in a courtyard in the sun while both my children were entertained.
And then I got them back and we got to go home for more entertainment.
I love seeing my girls getting so big, so full of skills. Brava!