Beautiful Little Ballerina

Molly had a first of her own this week. Dance lessons. She has been so excited all summer, knowing that when school rolled around again, it would be time for her to start "Ballerina School." She has been asking all summer when she would get to start. Tuesday, I was finally able to tell her, "TODAY!" She was beaming as she walked into class in her adorable ballet outfit, compliments of Nanny and Aunt Holly. I was so proud of her. She followed all of the instructor's directions like a little pro, helped put things away, and danced her little heart out. It was quite cute! What was also very cute was the line of big brothers peeking in the windows watching their little sisters. Since public school hasn't started yet, they all got to watch their sister's first lesson. Both William and another little boy stood at the window the whole time, camera lenses placed against the glass, snapping pictures proudly. William said to me as class was ending, "I wish she could come after school, Mommy, so I could see her dance." I can't wait to see her at recital time. I'm sure you'll be blessed with many, many pictures! Here are a few from this week. We had to take them through darkened glass, so the quality isn't the greatest, but you can still see Molly Amelia, the Ballerina, in action!

Practicing balance at the beginning of class.

Look at those toes. That's my girl!
(She's actually trying to see the pictures of the Disney princesses on the wall.)

She was thrilled that they provided tiaras... so long as she got the purple one!

Practicing a tea party dance.

Stretching and kissing her knee.

Jack still added few more firsts again this week. Two days ago, as he bit down on my finger, I felt something a little sharp. Upon further investigation, I discovered that he's sprouted his first tooth! Then, yesterday, my mom took the kids out school shopping (pics of them in their cute new clothes on the first day of school to come next week!). While in one of the stores, I kept noticing that Jack would lift his arm high in the air and open and close his fist. At first, I thought he was just playing. Then, I noticed him doing it in my mom's direction as she walked behind me. I was still skeptical. But, about twenty minutes later, I walked around the corner toward him and he looked right at me, smiled, and lifted his pudgy little arm and WAVED at me! I could've cried. Well, they say, "It takes a crowd of people to entertain a baby, but only one baby to entertain a crowd." And, I must admit, I am nothing in my life if not entertained!