It may have been her favorite hour of her life. Or maybe that was last week when we went to the dance clothing shop and she tried on 12 leotards. She cried when we had to leave, but was quite comforted to hear that we would attend ballet every Monday and that every week does indeed contain a Monday.
(*I didn't want to use my flash on the first day--observation day. We only get to observe a few days a year, and I was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible; you know, a "pregnant lady with a toddler on her hip taking pictures" kind of unobtrusive...)
Monday, September 8, 2008
Posted by Susanna Joy at 6:55 PM