ballet.

Macie started ballet. The community college here has a "College For Kids" dance class. It's perfect. Fairly inexpensive, close to our house, Macie has a friend in there, and the teacher is in our ward. It's perfect.

Macie has been telling people about her "dance class" for quite sometime now. Long before we even thought about a dance class for her. So, it was just a matter of time before we signed her up and got her in.

We went and got her black leotard, pink ballets, and pink tights. She was very excited. I'm in the process of making her a dance bag and skirt, because she is "the only ballerina without them." Or so I am told.


The first class was alright. She needs to listen better, for sure. And she is still sitting on the fence of tomboy and girly girl. She can't decide which one, which is fine with us. When all the other little girls were prancing around the ballet floor, her face was all scrunched {think baseball pitcher...}, her hands were in fists and she was full on sprinting back and forth. She does, however, really enjoy the hour time that she gets to spend with ALL girls. Once her feet don't want to hide under her bum anymore, and she figures out how to get her feet to go into first position, she'll be fine.

I am so proud of my little ballerina.