Rosie didn’t do dance class last semester because I thought she wasn’t getting that much out of it.
That proved to be a mistake since she asked why she wasn’t going to dance class EVERY single day all fall. So this semester, she’s back at it sponsored by my mother-in-law. Today was the first class and she was so very excited. She insisted on wearing her heart tights instead of the standard white ones everyone else wears.
Here she is ready to hop in the car and go! She had to bring Bitty Baby along with her story notebook, ballet shoes, and tap shoes, and winter coat.
It’s about 50 degrees out, which is why she looks cold. She didn’t want to wear a shirt under her outfit.
My in-laws take Rosie to the class because it’s all the way downtown during rush hour traffic and Ada falls asleep in the car then stays up all night long. That’s a nightmare.
It’s sad though–I want to be the one to take her and see her learn to dance. I wish the dance studio was in a different location, or the classes weren’t at 6 in the evening.
Alas, I remain here trapped with Ada.
At least she’s cute?
I know I’m biased, but I just love her little face.
I better take all the pictures I can before she grows up like Rosie, who never wants to be in multiple pictures these days.
I really should be cleaning up my house for tomorrow.
I’m meeting an online friend! She’s driving through my town on her way home from their Christmas vacation. I met her in my due date club when I was pregnant with Ada.
She has four kids. A baby the same age as Ada (obviously) and also a daughter the same age as Rosie, plus two older children. Rosie is excited and so am I!
Now if only my house didn’t look like a bomb went off. Grumpy Ada is glued to my lap, so here I sit.
Ah, well…speed cleaning in the morning, right? Shew.