Our Little Ballerina

This morning as I was trying to wrangle MG's little 2-year old body into her leotard, tights, and ballet shoes, I wondered if we'd made a mistake by signing her up for a ballet class. She pitched a huge fit because she didn't want to put on her cute little ballet clothes! She wanted her normal every day wardrobe--pants and a shirt. Everything was a big meltdown and she kept trying to tear off her leotard. I think she spent 45 minutes crying before we left...she moved on from her fit about her leotard to other more important things--like dribbling her orange juice all over the floor and screaming.

Things didn't just look bleak inside our home, but it was pouring down buckets of rain outside. Getting three kids in and out of the car in the rain and maneuvering through traffic is a big ordeal for me. By the grace of God, we survived the meltdowns and the road trip to the dance studio. We arrived early to finish our paperwork and MG got to watch another class...she kept asking to go in, so I knew that was a good sign. When it was time for her class, her teacher Ms. Laura gave each girl a star wand and MG never looked back...she dashed into the room laughing and running around with her wand. She was too cute! Here is a picture of her class--we sit behind a mirrored wall (so the girls can't see us), so the pictures didn't turn out really good, but you can tell she's having fun!