My little ballerina (and the balloon glow)

So here’s the truth. My brother stood up at my rehearsal dinner and pronounced to all of our closest friends and family that he thought I was his little brother until I was 16.

Someday when I have more time, perhaps I’ll tell the story of how our neighbor came to believe I was a boy named “Don”, but suffice it to say for now, my brother had reason to say what he did.

I, of course, prefer to use the term “tomboy,” and looking back, I actually appreciate many of the qualities that accompanied that. I do, however, hope my little peanuts are a little more “girly” than I was so this year I signed Emery up for ballet and tap class.

Here she is practicing her moves before her second class.

She’s all about it.

Here’s to hoping this balances out her extreme love for dirt, baseball, jumping, spitting, etc.

In other news: we braved the crowds for the balloon glow in forest park last week and it was amazing. Here are a couple favs from the night.

Dear forest park: amazing night. Maybe don’t close off half the roads in the park next year though.

Dear Emery: don’t mind me if I live vicariously through you.  You’re the cutest ballerina ever.