For those of you who know me, one of the things I complain about regularly is the lack of lessons for toddlers of working parents. It drives me crazy. After about a month of research I came across two options with hours we could do - Our town's preschool soccer clinic, but she had to be exactly 3.5 - which she is not so that one was eliminated. We were left with a hip-hop dance class. Fine. I brought Scarlett to the first lesson only to discover there was a typo in the paper and the class was, ahem, being held at a time not convenient for working parents after all. I dragged a sobbing, ready-to-dance Scarlett from the lobby and I sucked it up and signed her up for ballet at Lee Lund Studio of Dance in Milford, which offers a Saturday morning class. It's more than I want to pay for lessons for a 3 year old, but it lasts from now until June and I will be happy no longer struggling to find something for her to do.
We picked up her mandatory dress-code dance outfit so she's ready to start tomorrow morning. She had to try it on, of course, and ran downstairs to show Daddy...and then asked him what, exactly, ballerinas do. I told her to reach for the sky and stand on her tippie-toes, which is the gist of my ballet knowledge. I YouTubed ballet, and she studied it pretty intently. Here is her first attempt. Notice she stops to watch the computer screen to see what the ballerina is doing.
Then she got a little more comfortable. Graceful? Not at all. But comfortable is good.