Ballerina Girl

About three seconds after the ultrasound tech told me Brooke would be a girl, I imagined a little preschool ballerina dressed head-to-toe in pink.  Dance recitals.  Tap shoes. One day that would be my child.

Oh yes, that would be my child.

The day has arrived and I'm pretty stinkin' excited.  And don't you know when "parent watch day" rolled around at Brooke's ballet studio I was on the edge of my seat, camera in hand.

Yipee!! 

 I think she likes ballet.

A lot.

She smiled through the whole class. 

By the way, when do kids get the concept of personal space? Not at four. 

Anyway.  I'm in heaven. :-)