Ballerina girl

Sash is obsessed with ballerinas. Luckily for us, she thinks that anyone wearing a dress or a skirt is a ballerina. Her favourite outfit, until today, was her sailor themed long shirt and leggings because well, she thinks she is a ballerina when wearing said outfit (I am pretty relieved she has in mind more of the contemporary modern ballet, albeit nautically set, than the whole girly Swan Lake shebang). Her Daddy thinks it is absolutely adorable (but then he thinks her farting is adorable too..chip of the old block apparently) and knowing him, he will be out in a shot buying her utterly impractical tutus and leotards. So to circumvent such nonsense I pointed out the few dresses that she has in her closet (mostly presents as I tend to buy her trousers) and have labeled them her Ballerina dresses. She is in heaven, and I dont have to figure out how to machine wash a tutu. D now wants to enrol her in ballet classes. We have to wait til she is 3 I told him. Little does he realise that if she is anything like me, who absolutely detested ballet classes, she will outgrow this fetish for all things ballet related. Hopefully in the next few months. One can only hope. If I hated the actual dancing experience, I cannot imagine how excruciating having to sit through a class watching a bunch of 3 year olds doing it will be.

So this morning she wore the first of her new Ballerina dresses.



She usually wears this to play or to get the paper at the newsagents.



But today, she wore her BD, took along her first purse, her pail and shovel and lets not forget her tiara...



She is definitely not getting this from me...