This past Sunday was her dance recital. I love her little outfit. It’s just too sweet on her. She loves the velvet texture of the bodysuit. She likes to rub it against the grain and watch the lines form and then make them disappear. It’s sweetly fascinating.
We’re so proud of our little dancer. I wanted to dance at some point when I was a girl but never did. Maybe that explains why I have two left feet. K’s really not an enthusiastic dancer (she doesn’t love it) but she’s a very good and careful student. She pays attention in class, follows instructions well, and tries her best. She gets frustrated easily at this age, though, and perhaps this is the reason why she doesn’t always love it. But we’re so very proud. She was a star on stage!
The little one, on the other hand, loves attention and seems to be a little more natural at dance (or at least more carefree than her big sis). Perhaps she takes after hubby more on the movement side of things. L is already rearing to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and take dance classes. We purposefully don’t bring her to K’s classes to watch because she’s constantly trying to sneak into the studios.