On tippy tippy toes we go...

Have you ever taken your toddler to a kiddie class, only to watch another child have the time of their life while your own kid bit their lip and watched from the sidelines? Have you ever wondered at WHO this kid is? This kid of yours that NORMALLY runs like a maniac and dances and sings and entertains the whole world, but is crying and begging to go home....

Yeah. I've been there. Justin was always the toddler on the sidelines, waiting until the VERY LAST MINUTE to warm up to the class, only to cry unconsolably as the class was ending and we had to go home. Evan was a little more adventurous. Usually by the 2nd or 3rd class, he'd be all gung ho and ready to participate, but still somewhat reserved in comparison to his personality at home.

Corinne, however.... Well. Let's just look at the evidence from today's first pre-ballet class, shall we?

Warming up our legs and arms...

Giving first position and a couple of pliee's a shot...

Sticking our toes in the water... Use your imagination.

Galloping across the room with leaps over the red dot...

I'm not sure which of us had more fun! She was eager, energetic and charming. She smiled and repeated the French words, shouting out "I'm Corinne!" during the introduction song. She led the group across the room for each new exercise and applauded for the other girls as they each took their turns. Really? I had so much pride in this sweet, brilliant, beautiful child that I felt I might burst!

As the class ended and she got her hand stamp, she shouted "Thank you! Goodbye!" to the teacher and skipped up the stairs with me, exclaiming over how much she loves being a big girl and what fun she'd had....

Boasting? A bit, but mostly? I'm mostly trying to capture the joy I felt for a full half an hour over the joy that my child was feeling...