I LOVE dance!

I just finished my first dance class.

In the end, I decided that I would participate and I did enjoy it.

I even let mommy braid my hair, so it stayed out of my face.

Here, we pretended to make pizza.  We each got to pick at topping.  I was silly and I told them that I wanted to put "peas" on my pizza.

Here we were practicing some ballet moves.  Mommy doesn't even know what they are called!

At the end of dance class, we put our hand on our head if we did a good job.  Then our teacher, Maddie, would come give us a stamp. 

I loved dance so much that mommy and daddy are letting me do it again.  (At first, I was kinda scared to participate with the girls in my class.  The first class, I stayed by mommy but watched very closely at the moves.  The next class was a little bit better.  I stood by the girls, but did not move.  The third class was just not good (mommy had to wake me up from my nap).  The forth class, I got to bring my friend, Reegan.  It was better every time after that.  My last class, I was even doing the dance moves.  Mommy got some videos, but that was after I hurt my toe/foot.  I didn't show off for the video, but here's a clip anyways.