Well, it was bound to happen...one day.
Yesterday I was paid back for all of the torture I must have put my mother through. Harper started ballet and tap.
Last week we went to get her a leotard (she calls it a "tard"), tights, ballet slippers, and tap shoes. She was beside herself with excitement and joy that she was going to be a "ballerina princess."
During Kate's nap yesterday, the two of us got her suited up for her first ballet session. She loved her outfit and I told her to show me some ballerina moves. It was adorable, and I was (and am) so in love with my little girl. She's a spirited one, to say the least, but she is so sweet and deep down wants me to like and approve of her.
Then Kate woke up and we headed for class! She loves any kind of class so she ran in and sat down with all of the other girls. And that was probably my proudest moment...of the whole class. Ha!!
From then on she was all over the place, breakdancing during Swan Lake (yes, I unfortunately taught her those moves), refusing first position and instead doing the splits in the mirror, and smiling and waving to me the whole time instead of listening to Ms. Kelly. Oh, Harper Rose. What am I going to do with you?
I will say that by the end, there was some order and she seemed to be coming around a little. We have 7 more weeks of the spring session. Here we gooooo!
Here she is "galloping."