La started ballet on Saturday. We walked a pleasant mile and a half to get there (not looking forward to that in the wintertime), and then I wasn't even allowed to sit in the studio to watch the session! The moms and dads were forced to remain in the atrium of the facility, and La was shuffled upstairs with all the other ballerinas to a private studio. I did not know that I would not be allowed to watch my sweet little peanut twirl about. Apparently these Russian ballerinas don't mess around. Ballet is some SERIOUS BUSINESS. No moms distracting their children by snapping pictures to post on their blogs.
I could have cried.
So, I sat below, patiently waiting 45 minutes for class to finish.
When class was over, La came marching down the stairs with the rest of her class and announced that she LOVED ballet SO much, and can we please come back soon? PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEEEEAAAASE!
By the time we got home, she couldn't recall anything from class, except for this lame tree thing that is certainly not reminiscent of any type of ballet I've ever seen. So, I'll just have to wait until her winter recital to see the real thing. Yes. WINTER. I will not see any of her moves until then, I'm afraid.
But do not fret! I assure you that I will post video footage of the recital sometime around January ... that is, if the Ballet Gestapo happens to allow cameras inside the recital.
One can only hope.
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