My little ballerina

I'd like to think I've handled all of Elliott's transitions well -- she was ready for preschool and I made good use of my two hours alone, weaning and potty training were both drama-free, etc.  She's a very happy and independent kid and I support her independence and try not to get too sentimental about my baby growing up.

Cut to ballet class.

Oh. My. Mama.  I can't stand it.  She was so cute in her little uniform and ballet slippers -- she even let me put her hair in a bun!  I cried three times in the waiting room while she pranced around and skipped and played.  And like mother like daughter ... she talked through the whole class.  Ha!