Saturday, January 10, 2009

dance dance revolution

This morning I took E to her first dance class. She had mentioned that she had wanted to take one for a while now...but then started harrassing me about it when the magnetic calendar she got from Grandmom and Granddad for Christmas had a magnet specifically for "Go to Dance Class." I found a class through the county for 4 sessions...so I figured if she hated it, no biggie.

E was so excited for the day to come. She actually wore her leotard, tights and dance shoes to school on Thursday, and I had to remind her several times last night that the class was at noon so she did not have to get up extra extra early like she had planned. After putzing aroudnd the house in the morning, we swang by Starbucks and headed to class.

Overall, the class was really cute. It was 3 to 5 year olds, so there was a lot of fidgeting and not much coodination. They did a few little stretches, some dance moves and other things. The moms of the other girls were really nice, and it was fun to chat with them. Forty-five minutes later, we were on our way home with E asking if we could do it again tomorrow.

I did manage to get some pictures. Please don't laugh at her hair. I'm not quite the french braider I used to be.

Showing off her jazz ballet hands
 

Waiting for her class to start
 

Little Miss Flexibility
 

Fun at class and stickers, too!
 






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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's so cute! You have to get her some clogs to wear to class!

I think the french braid looks cute!

Kiki

Anonymous said...

Very cute! Takes me back to some fond memories of dancing bees.

Loved the skype when E. stood on the chair so we could see the full on shot of tights and leotard.
Love,
Nonna

Steel Magnolia said...

she looks so cute...but getting bigger and bigger...I can barely type this out...can...you...believe...5...this...year??? YIKES!! I love it. Harrison got a fishing pole for Christmas and he and Dan just left on their first fishing adventure. I think I cried for 20 minutes....

Deep in the Heart said...

Ah, you've joined the club. Now you'll start what the heck jazz shoes are and complaining about the cost of costumes. Those little girls sure are sweet twirling around the room, though.