Okay, so I have a daughter. I have a daughter. It’s been fun up to this point, I love all the pink and the fun clothes. I love that I’m not the only girl anymore. Don’t get me wrong I love my boys, all of them, but I do feel some kind of different connection with this little one. It’s wonderful and terrifying. Okay, I’m not going to go the serious route here. So, as most of you know, I danced from a wee little one all the way up to high school and even taught some dance classes after getting married. I love it, I miss it. I still do this several times a week and get much enjoyment from it. My little girl is already positioning her body like a little dancer….it’s hilarious. I would get so much enjoyment out of future dance recitals….but really I don’t plan to push it. But it’s fun to dream.
These shots have been from the last month. Every time I hear her tap these soft leather shoes on the non-carpeted floor it makes me think of jazz shoes on a dance floor.
She’s just so bendable…..
And she stretches forward like this all the time.
This is how I used to sit while studying in college, and grading papers as a teacher and even still when I play with my kids on the floor.
And then there’s this crazy leg position, I always try to move her leg back when she does this, it never lasts for long.
Oh my, she’s so flexible. It’s just so daggone adorable.