Bee's just started ballet lessons.
{To be honest, I'm not sure if she likes ballet, or dressing up in pink and having me to herself for two hours every Saturday morning}.
She's mastering the art of demi-plies and pointing her toes. I'm mastering the art of crawling around on the bedroom floor muttering "where are the fecking bobby pins" every Saturday morning with five minutes to spare before we need to leave. {Guess what I forgot to buy while grocery shopping. Again.}
She's in love with the full-length mirrors, and the pale pink chiffon, the ribbons for her hair. The music, and the twirling...they seem to spend a large amount of time being princesses. Or butterflies. Or fairies. She's determined to arabesque, and pirouette....one day.
{She's also in love with her tap shoes. They keep getting "accidentally" left in the car so she can't tap all day, every day, throughout the house. Shame.}
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