Vi was fitted for her first pair of ballet shoes today. She has been talking about starting ballet class for weeks, so needless to say our trip to the dance store was very exciting for her.
She wore the shoes in the car on the way home (and everywhere else), reminding me that they are only to wear inside, not outside. Yes, her undies are Smurf drawers circa 1985.
Practicing some moves in her "ballet-tard" as she calls it. For those of you who know Vi's Paw, the hands in the top picture are definitely from Paw's repertoire of dance moves. She dances her ballet to his banjo-playing, so if she turns out to be a good dancer maybe we have a new gig and can audition for America's Got Talent or something ?????
Vi is starting to realize that she is getting to be a big girl. Today she said, "You know, I got my ballet shoes, I rode the horse (at the carousel) by myself today, and I am going to a new class at school. But you can still call me 'Honey Bunny' Mom, even though I'm a big girl."
Thanks for making us smile each day, sweet girl. Mommy and Daddy love you!