Monkey and I danced the entire Nutcracker last night. With our own choreography, of course. She's starting to add little flourishes as she dances; delicate hands, swoops, finger movements. We took turns flitting around the living room, and sometimes added a pas de deux (sp?) with a bear, a flower, or Mickey Mouse. So precious. Wish I had pictures to share, but I was needed as a dancer.
Both of her Grandmothers took ballet pretty seriously. Moi, not so much, although I have always loved the act of totally amateur dancing. I'm starting to suspect it skips a generation. I may have years of (the cutest little) leotards ahead of me...
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