Ballet is pretty big around our house. I don't have the heart to tell the girls they will never be a prima ballerina. As a parent, you're not supposed to tell your kids they "can't" do something right? But you just don't see 6' tall prima ballerinas, you know? Of course, they could start a new type of ballet for giants. Then they could be the first ever giant prima ballerina. Viola! Problem solved.
Marley's ballet class was cancelled for a Thursday back in December and the make-up class was moved to a Saturday. This is the first time I have had a chance to sit in on one of her ballet classes.
Marley is about as flexible as her momma.
Check out Maya in the background trying to follow along.
So elegant and graceful...
Star of the show!
Now as you know, Maya has been dyyyying to take ballet classes. The one Ms. Helen (above) teaches were filled up. So we finally got her enrolled at the French Academy.
It's located downtown in a the historical part of town (just down the hill from that old house I fell in love with a few years ago...which is still for sale...)
Maya was sooooo excited to go to her first day of ballet. But she started to waiver on her excitement when she found out Marley wasn't coming with us. These girls do no get along the majority of the time but every once in awhile, Maya will show some dependency/love for her big sister. She really wanted Marley to come watch her. I told her that I would take her and that I would watch her...that got her excited again but she did still have some cold feet on the way there. Unfortunately, I learned once I got there that parents were not allowed in the room as it was too distracting for the kids. I waited in the small, mosquito infested waiting room and the teacher came out once to tell me she wasn't doing so well. She did not want to participate and Maya told her she did not like the music that was being played. She basically sat and watched the entire time and would not do as the teacher asked. After the class, Maya told me she was upset that I wasn't there to watch and that she did not like it. But she did want to go back the following Saturday. Last week, Stu took her to ballet and he sat in for the first five minutes before he snuck out. She did much better last week. I think it helped that she knew what to expect.
We were walking back to the car on her first day of ballet and I wanted to get pictures of her in her little get-up. But I knew she wasn't in a picture taking mood. I found a great little courtyard and asked her to wait for me while I took pictures of the pretend ballerinas. I then started snapping away at nothing while praising my pretend ballerinas for how pretty and graceful they were. Worked like a charm and she dove right in to our impromptu photo session:
Interpretive dance as its finest..
I must have taken 200 images.
She kills me with her cuteness.
Next Post: Angelina Ballerina....spoiler alert: we got to see her FOR REAL LIFE in concert!
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