Tiny Dancer

Rose has been taking dance class at the Y. She doesn't like it. She LOOOOVES it. John is insanely jealous and keeps trying to lie his way into the class by telling me "I'm allowed to go in there. I'm three!" In December, Rose had her first recital. The day was nearly marred by tragedy when I (prepare to be shocked) forgot her tutu. I know! Horrible! She was getting ready to be scarred for life, when another mother saved the day by lending us an extra. So she was able to dance away, and I was saved some hefty therapy bills later on. She was adorable, and we even have video to prove it. Here is a snippet. (There's a word I don't get to use nearly enough. Snippet snippet snippet!)