Budding Ballerina

Jocelyn attended her first dance class today. To say she was excited would be a ridiculous understatement. She has been talking about this for months now. I didn't tell her until this morning that today was finally the day, and she could barely contain herself. She put on her dance clothes and sat patiently as I found which pair of ballet shoes fit her the best (the same pair Ava's been using, funny enough). She even let me put her hair in a ponytail without any objection - as soon as I explained that all dancers have to wear their hair out of their face.

This is one of the rare occasions when the picture will not do justice to just how gleeful Jocelyn was to finally be getting her chance to go to dance class. By the time we got to the studio, she was literally running in circles while she waited for class to start. Her enthusiasm was contagious - I was so excited for her to enjoy and embrace this fun new experience. Of course, as soon as her class was done she wanted to know when she could come back, and after watching the big kids for over an hour after her own class was finished she STILL didn't want to go home. But at least she now has a class of her own, and for that she could not be more giddy and I could not be more proud.