My tiny dancer.

I have come to the conclusion that our first ballet class sucked almost entirely because I failed to embrace the insanely adorable fashion possibilities. Could our disastrous first class have been improved with some tulle and leg warmers? I have very little doubt. My sister Erin very kindly donated my niece Gemma’s gently used ballerina … Continue reading My tiny dancer.

Why having each other’s backs is everything.

A couple things happened this week that really shook me up. The first occurred at Leni’s ballet class. We’d missed the first two--one while I was away and the other because I mixed up the days (face, palm). I felt a bit sheepish going to the class as I tend to be a come hell … Continue reading Why having each other’s backs is everything.