Tuesday school was a breeze. I'm so glad she's more than comfortable interacting with other kids and experiencing new environments. She hit the door running and didn't look back until class was over.
Dance was even better. She was dressed the part and was often mesmerized by the mirrors. They taught her much more tonight then I thought they would on opening night. She was difficult to remove from the studio as she wanted to keep practicing her new dance moves [in front of the mirrors of course]. She now has a pair of real tap shoes. Up to this point she has used a pair of old wedding shoes as her "clipity clops" [as she calls them] and has danced on the wood floors at home. I can't wait for the first recital.
Dressed for school.
Don't ask me what she's doing, I just know she looks cute doing it.
"You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy."