Decked out in ‘dancing clothes’ and their fluffy slippers they ran around on ‘demi points’ (tip toes for those not up with all the ballet lingo), made ‘sensitive hands’ (learning to make soft arm and hand movements), practised pointing their toes, learnt to stand in first position, did pliés (knee bends while standing in first position), did fairy jumps (which were a tad more like elephant jumps), played the hiding snail game and did a lots of running around in circles and lines.
When the half hour was up they both rushed over to where Muski and I was sitting and Izzy, in true Izzy style exclaimed,
“That is the best thing I have ever done!!!!”
So I think it is safe to say that they loved their first ballet lesson and that they are counting the hours until they can go again. They are also mildly annoyed with me for not letting them do this months ago – though I have my doubts that they would have enjoyed it quite so much a few months back, whereas yesterday they ran off to join the group of girls they didn’t know and listened to their teacher (who they had never met) without a care in the world.
Thankfully we lucked out and the only ballet class we could find on a day we could attend is lovely and layed back. They don’t have to wear a special (and expensive) uniform, and there is no pressure (for me or them) of concerts and costumes, just lots of lovely dancing. Though I can see that a little spark may have been lit and that next year they will be ready to go with the ‘real deal’ and I’ll be up sewing sequins on costumes and wondering how to put mascara on a five year old before I know it.