Prima Ballerina

I have Ian involved in so many things, I have been feeling guilty that Meggie didn't have some little activity to be involved in. I am not a dancer. I repeat, not a dancer. Ballets that last longer than 45 minutes are too long for me. When Kevin and I were dating, he surprised me with tickets to Ballet West's "Beauty and The Beast". Little did he know I would MUCH prefer a Jazz Game. (Luckily for me, that is what he prefers as well.) Don't get me wrong, I completely appreciate the work and talent it takes, it's just not my cup o' tea. Anyway, my dear little Meggie has been begging for me to put her in dance lessons. I had to go all over town to find the ballet and tap shoes that were small enough. Miss Barbara is her teacher and we talk about her ALL of the time. They have the Nutcracker in December, which I am ecstatic about (unless, of course, it goes longer than 45 minutes.)

Her favorite thing to do is the "Singin' in the Rain" dance. They all get to pick out umbrellas and scream at the beginning of the song when the thunder roars.
Shuffle, step! (She can barely reach the kid-height ballet bar).
Notice below, my delicate little feminine flower has her sweet little finger up her tiny little nostril.