On Monday I took Ryann to her very first dance class at the same studio. It was a little surreal driving there, walking her into the studio and getting her all settled in for the camp. But what surprised me most was how hard I had to try to hold back tears as I stood outside the room, watching her try to follow along, all while giggling. It seems silly, to get so emotional over a dance class. However I am holding on to bits and pieces of hope that she will grow to love dance as much as I did. It truly is so much more than just a dance class.
It was a four day 'creative camp' (we skipped the last day because of gymnastics), with a favorites theme. The first day was favorite color, the second day animal, and the third day favorite star. We, uh, didn't plan ahead, which left my mom whipping up a dino shirt Monday night, and us scrambling to put together a ballerina outfit Wednesday morning because we couldn't come up with anything else. But it doesn't matter. Ry was stupid cute every day. Because her pony tail + spandex just equals cute.
Here are a few shots of her doing the little dances she learned. For the record the lighting was SO weird. I don't understand why it was constantly changing. Flashes from other cameras? Just the lights? I have no idea. It was bizarre.
the tongue helps her jump...
And if that wasn't enough cute for you, some videos. She um, sort of knows whats going on :o).
Baby girl, you can do whatever makes you happy. But you sure make a cute little dancer :o).