Tiny Dancer

This week I signed my wee one up for ballet lessons. The lessons officially begin this fall, but you have to enroll now if you want a spot. I was slightly out of my element when I went to the dance studio. As I entered, I was sucked into a vortex of cell phone clutching, Franklin Covey day planner carrying mommies who embodied preparedness...or was it aggression?...and who were there to claim a coveted spot for their own little ballerinas as well. Now while I may be the girl who never has her cell phone charged and who jots down appointments on the back of Target receipts(provided there's a pen in my purse), when push comes to shove (literally)I can throw elbows with the best of them. I mean really, I've gone to after Christmas sales! LOL!!! That being said, I am happy to report that my little angel will be officially tripping and skipping with a whole company of three year olds when September rolls around. At least I'll have a few months to brace myself for the bloodbath that is surely to come with Nutcracker tryouts. Maybe I should start martial arts training now?
I think she would be a perfect little mouse for one of the opening scenes. Come to think of it, I think she would be just about a perfect anything!
There's only one problem, the youngest dancers aren't allowed to wear tutus the first year. (What?! That's the only reason she's interested!) I haven't broken this news to her yet. I'm thinking this could be a deal breaker for my girl, so all might be for not. I'll keep you posted...