Dancing Queen

This was Ava's first year of dance classes.  Every Saturday morning we would take her to Foster Powell for 45 minutes of ballet and tap lessons from Richard.  Together with a dozen or so other four and five year olds they worked for nine months, every Saturday to learn the fundamentals and two routines for the recital.

Thursday night, June 12th was the dress rehearsal.  John drew the straw on that one, spending nearly four hours watching various groups practice before Ava was finally done.  John then took Ava to Zen Noodle Bar for a fancy dinner in her fancy dance costume.  Naturally I was worried how on Earth we would clean the costume if she spilled dinner on it.  (A worry, by the way, that turned out to be baseless as Ava and John were both very careful.)

Sunday was the recital and it was quite a show.  You've never seen a more excited ballerina.  Ava's grandparents, Papa Ray, Grandma Jo and Grandma Marilyn came to see the performance and showered her with flowers.  

With Grandma Marilyn, Grandma Jo and Papa Ray:

After all the excitement of the day our little Dancing Queen just couldn't hold on any longer.

Lessons start again the middle of August.