Ballerina

My baby is going to start ballet lessons this fall. My big, smart, beautiful, sweet-as-sugar baby girl is going to be skipping, spinning, flitting for 45 minutes every Monday morning at 10:30. Think about her, because she will be in hog heaven!

We had to go up to her studio and pick out her dance apparel. She gets a leotard (pink, with sparkles, of course), tights, a skirt, ballet shoes, tap shoes, and a little bag to put them all in. It's so darn cute. She was grinning ear to ear and dancing all around the room. I don't even have a cute "Ella-ism" to add here because she was just too darn excited to speak.

Mommy, on the otherhand, was a basket case. I had tears welling up in my eyes as she put her little baby foot into those first ballet slippers. I was such a mess that I actually left my camera at home. (gasp, I know.) Thankfully, Gigi saved the day when she pulled her trusty point and shoot out of her purse. So here's a few of our new prima ballerina, Eleanor.