My little dancer

Emily had her first dance class this week, I don't know who was more excited me or her. Since the moment  she was born and I found out she was a girl, I have been waiting for this day to happen. Now I have promised myself not to be one of those pushy/diva mumma's and if I think she is not enjoying it then I won't make her go. But I am soooo looking forward to her end of year concert and being able to make her costume. I really hope we are still going by then.

On the morning of her class she came into my bedroom with her tutu on over her pyjamas, telling me she was ready for "dance castles" and could we please go now as she wanted to do twirls and ballet just like Ang Ballerina. When we arrived (a few hours later) she was so excited she couldn't stop twirling and so wanted to join in but was a little shy. She would run over almost to the group and then run back to me with the biggest smile and was quite happy to dance her own routine next to me, slowly she joined in with the group towards the end. It was so gorgeous to watch all the little girls in awe of there teacher following her every move.

I am just a little sad for her that we are off to Perth this Sunday to have bub, so she will miss out on most of the term and miss out on gaining her confidence in these new surroundings.  That's ok we will be able to buy some cute little leotards and skirts for her while we are down ooh and what about dancing shoes. I am so excited!!

How cute is her tutu and I'm loving her little dance bag that she received just in time from her Aunty Soph on her return from America.. New York, New York..... shame it's not in mumma size.