My daughter...the ballerina

September 5th, 2012

A day that will live in infamy. The day my daughter became....

A Ballerina

Rylee was, to say the least, excited for class.  She talked about showing the teacher her pointed toes and how effortlessly she twirls.  Not to mention all the new friends she was going to make.  I thought this child was going to explode.  Not only was today the first dance class of the season, it was the first rain of the season.  So, lucky for Rylee, we left early and got to The Dance Academy around 6pm.  Just in time to check in, fill out insurance forms and put on her dance shoes.  After a quick parent "newbie" meeting Rylee was introduced to Instuctor Ginger.  She will be Rylee's dance instructor for the season.  After a little chaos they take the kids (8 girls and 3 boys) into Studio 3. The "newbies" are told that they have open rehersals once a month.  Wait...I'm supposed to be taking pictures and video of Rylee in her first class.  How can I do this with the blinds drawn?  Luckily, Rylee posts herself at the star closest to the door so I tried to get some decent pictures.  The kids jump and sing, play follow the leader and even have to escape "lava".  All while giggling and dancing for 45 minutes.  Ry runs out screaming "I had so much fun!" thanks her instructor such a polite child and we head home while Ry asks if we could come back tomorrow.  Ah...my little ballerina.

Side note: I had my first experience with a "Dance Mom."  I guess at The Dance Academy they have "advanced" levels of predance.  who knows One mom was making it known to all us newbs that her daughter is supposed to be on the Monday night class, not the Wednesday night class.  Ummmm...okay.

It's one thing to be proud of your child and the talent they show, but to vocally brag and explain that the instructors wanted her in a completely different class is different.  You just look retarded for showing up the wrong day to the wrong class. 

Stay tuned...more pictures to follow