Today I want to talk about my tiny dancer. Alexis took her first dance class when she was 2 1/2 at a studio that didn't care if she was potty-trained or not, they were also super cheap. It only took me a month to realize that super cheap also meant super crap instructors! So I pulled her out of there and decided to wait until she was 3 (and potty-trained) to start again.
January I signed her up at a studio that I had heard great things about, and they didn't disappoint. We've been with them for 10 whole months now and we still love it. Her teacher is wonderful, and I think that helps a lot. I love watching her dance. Doesn't every mother enjoy watching their child do the thing that they themselves were so passionate about? I danced from the ages of 3-17, it was my love, my escape, it brought my heart so much joy. I secretly hope that she'll love it just as much as I did. Her teacher let me come a few minutes early during last weeks dance class so I could snap a few pictures of her. Of course she wasn't in the mood and refused to listen to me. This was the only one I got that was some what decent. It's not a technically good photo, but I do love that I captured her just being herself. My little dancer, oh how I love you!
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