Dance update

This week the girls had their first dance class. As the below picture indicates, there were some tears involved. (Remember that there were tears at the open house.) When Lauren got dressed with her "le-tard" and tights, she looked down at her tights and started crying uncontrollably. They were a little loose. Next, her pony tail wasn't "perfect," the new standard she has implemented for her hair. Personally, I would like to have that standard for my hair, too, but the reality is that "perfection" is definitely the exception -- the good hair day -- and not the rule.



After Lauren erupted into tears, she was sent to time out to cool off while I got Gracie dressed. She put on her le-tard and tights. I said, "Gracie! You're a ballerina!" She looked down at herself and then back up at me, flashing a beatific smile. It looked a little like this:



Lauren finally calmed down. She was very excited about going to dance; she merely had a very high standard for how everything should unfold, e.g., how her clothes would fit, how her hair would be styled and the timing of it all.



Of course, they had to closely inspect one another's leotards. Here is the sequin count:




Once we arrived, everyone's mood was lifted, and they had a great first class. Here they are with their group:



We are hopeful that next week's class will be tear-free.