Ballet Baby

Turns out ballet isn't exactly what Kathryn expected. I signed her up for a class at the YWCA, thinking it would be low-key and no pressure. It's a once-a-week half hour class that has no beginning or end. It just continues and you pay monthly. No recitals, no specific dress code. Perfect, right? Not so much.

All the other girls have clearly been going longer than Kathryn and she's completely discouraged because she can't do the dance as well as them. So discouraged, if fact, that she refused to go this week. (It was actually pretty good timing because she was contagious with strep throat anyway.)









I think we're going to finish out the month and then look into a real class with a start and end. Then at least she's on the same page, even if I do have to deal with the stage fright.

At least she loves the clothes.