Today was a great day.
Well, technically, it's still today.
But this morning was a great morning, and, right now is pretty good for 12:53.
This morning, the Biscuit realized her dream of becoming a ballerina.
She had her first ballet class.
She spends most of her time at home in a leotard and/or dancing, like this:
So I did a ton of online research until I found just the right ballet school for her. I was looking for the correct balance of fun and serious craft, and thus far we're very happy with the studio we chose.
Here she is in her ballet outfit: light pink leotard, light pink skirt, pink tights, pink shoes, hair back in a bun with bangs clipped off the face. Verra fancy.
Dr. Krog and his pheasant cane were not part of the ensemble, just a nice extra.
And they're real shoes, too-- the kind with split soles that required Mommy to frantically sew the elastic into the shoes this morning at 8:48am in her bathrobe with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.
Mommy wasn't quite sure how tight to sew the elastic, if it went inside or outside the shoe, and if it went in front of or behind the seam. But the shoes stayed on her feet, and that's all that mattered.
Luckily, her studio has a little window for parents to crowd around and say, "Oooh!" and "Ahh!" and "Awww!" and "No, quit picking your nose and wave the scarf!"
Unfortunately, Mommy's camera through glass is more... artistic. But ignore my crappy photography skillz and enjoy the cute.
And this one's for the grandparents, and anyone who likes teeny ballerinas doing their first plies.
The Biscuit, of course, is the pretty little niblet on the far right.