Apparently I don't have a lot to say/type. In fact I can think of very little to say/type. But what I do have is A LOT of pictures of our ballerina from her first dance recital last weekend. Because really is there anything cuter than little girls in tutus?!? There isn't. Trust me.
|So excited at dress rehearsal!|
This girl was fearless on stage. She had absolutely NO stage fright. She smiled the entire time. And the crowd loved her. She may have been the smallest ballerina on the stage, but she had the brightest smile (says her completely biased mother). She may not have known what to do
She may have been fearless on stage but bedtime is a different story these days. She begs to sleep with me every night. Her argument? Her bed has bad dreams in it and my bed has good dreams. ALL the good dreams. She bats her eyelashes a bit and quivers her bottom lip as I sternly instruct her to return to her bed and I am instantly a puddle of love, completely and totally wrapped around her little finger. And subsequently I spend much of the night trying to unwrap her body from mine...in my bed. Because clearly I cannot deprive my child of good dreams:)