"I love dancing!" is now Maeve's most frequent announcement. She has, in the last few days, become obsessed with all things ballet and dance related. I don't mind, because I remember what it felt like to want to be a ballet dancer when I grew up (though I missed that one by a mile), and because dancing is something people work hard for all their lives, unlike princess-hood, a gift of birth.
Her main two dances moves involve running in place, which is what she calls dancing, or running around in a circle, which she calls a pirouette, thank you Sesame Street. Oh, and she also jumps up and down, I think she considers that part of her routine, too.
The next ballet-for-tots class at our local rec center starts in July, so if she's still this excited and interested by then, I will sign her up, buy her the ballet slippers and tutu, and take her to class. And I freely admit I would be pretty excited if that ends up being the case. Toddlers in tutus are too adorable, and mine would probably bowl me over with cuteness in her dance gear.
|This was her dance gear yesterday - fairy dress, swimming suit, leg warmers, and Crocs.|