Tiny Dancer.

E started dance on Monday night. It's nothing major, no make-up or crazy costumes or dance mom insanity yet. Just a little local community education class. 

She practiced wearing her leotard, her tights, her hand-me-down ballet slippers for days ahead of time and was daily asking when dance class would be. The day of she even had me put her hair in a bun.

She's the real adorable deal even though she totally beats to her own booty-shaking drum.

Ballet dancing is not what she had in mind Monday night. She twirled and she ran over and hugged us and then she'd jump around and then she'd shake her hips a minute or two.

She's not a first position, second position, plie sort of dancer quite yet. She's more of a Party Rock and Moves Like Jagger girl to be honest.

After dance class when we got home she asked when she'd get to dance. Obviously we have our work cut out for us. More mellow dance parties, perhaps?

If you could see the rest of the girls, most are staying on the blue line, attentively listening and participating.

While I'm not so sure I want her to be the only ballerina shaking her hips at the recital, I do hope she always keeps that independent spirit and let's the music in her little heart spill out. It's the tiny dancers with a feisty spirit that really change the world, I've heard.