So Out of My Element, But So In Hers

I entered a new world today folks... the world of tutu's, tights and leotards. And let me tell you, I have no idea what I'm doing. As Romy and I sat in the front office of Tueller's School of Dance readily anticipating her first dance class, little pink frou frou after little pink frou frou came walking in, dance bags propped on their shoulders. Frouffy bows in their hair, frouffy leotards, tutu's, pink tights, pink ballet shoes, etc, etc. and poor Romy was in her BLACK leotard with hot pink gymnastic shorts- and socks. No pink ballet shoes and no tap shoes. Guess I didn't get that memo at registration. Romy's eyes got as big as puddles as she watched them and as she looked at all the "dancing girlas" pictures on the wall. I could almost see her brain thinking, "Is there really places like this where all that happens is leotards and dancing?" Yes sweetie, and YOU get to be a part of it!

I stayed in the waiting room throughout the class, periodically peeking in and seriously, I almost started crying when I saw the pure joy she was experiencing. She listened attentively and did her very best to copy what the teachers were doing. SHE LOVED IT. SO MUCH. I may be an idiot when it comes to the whole dance-scene, but I do know that right now it makes my little Ro-Ro so happy. So that's what we'll be doing... for as long as it puts a smile on her face, and as long as Mason remains gainfully employed. There is a glimmer of hope though for this sports-minded mama. She has loved watching the "Olym-kits," especially the gymnasts and the beach volleyball players. However, based on her third percentile weight and height, I think dancing may be more her thing...

Needless to say, after class we went directly to Payless for new ballet and tap shoes and to Shopko for the leo's.