Our little Ada has recently been enamored with all things ballerina. It might be because there were some leotards in a batch of awesome hand-me-downs that came from Tony's cousin that are finally fitting her. She wears them so much that I had to hang a special set of hooks in her room for her "ballerinas" and her tights so we wouldn't keep finding them all over the house. Usually the first thing she does when we get home from school is go put on her ballerina. FYI- do not try to call her Ada when she is wearing her tutu or leotard because you will be corrected, "I'm not Ada, I'm Ballerina".
For the record I think ballet is super cool and athletic, but I have never done it, talked about it apart from reading Angelina Ballerina to her a handful of times... she has done this on her own. She gives "classes" to me and Emma and usually we need correcting on our moves, but she is pretty encouraging. A good little teacher:)
Some nights we for some reason or another need a little dance party break. Usually it's so I don't start drinking vodka directly out of the freezer, but last night it was a request from Ada. You will see our kitchen in all it's 5:00 crazy including the roll of toilet paper Emma had just brought in from the bathroom. Don't judge!
We almost always listen to:
Michael Franti- Say Hey
Feist- 1234 (Sesame Street version)
Enjoy!
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