"I'm a ballet dancer!"

Katie is convinced she is a "ballet dancer." She doesn't say ballerina, just ballet dancer. It started because Erika is taking a ballet class and loves to dance around at home in her tutu. Katie thinks this is the greatest thing. I remembered that Katie has a tutu that cousin Debi Silber gave her when she was born and I found it and gave it to Katie to wear. She couldn't be happier. She calls it "my ballet" and she spent all of Thursday night dancing around her room. Now she wants to take a ballet class, of course. I'm not opposed to a ballet class - I took ballet classes with Elizabeth when I was little. I guess I'd just be a little more comfortable with a more gender-neutral class for her first formal class experience. But this is my ideal gender-scholar-world, not the real world where little girls love to dress up in tutus and costumes. A gym class or music class can't offer that. So she'll try her first ballet class tomorrow. We braved the freezing cold in NYC to go buy her a plain leotard, tights, and ballet slippers. I think Katie will be disappointed when she realizes she can only wear the tutu at home.

One funny story - Saturday morning Katie woke us up at about 8:00, which is pretty normal Katie time. "Cock-a-doodle doo. Cock-a-doodle doo," We heard from the crib. She used the rooster call to get us up. It was hysterical. I don't know where she thought of that one!