Tiny Dancer

I have been pondering, since early September (I'm a planner, leave me alone!), what Giuliana should "be" for Halloween. Last year, her first Halloween, she had three costumes...it was Halloween all week at our house, and MAN! was she adorable. I didn't really have any grand ideas this year. (One year, and I'm out...spent it all on last year, I guess.) Oh, she'll be cute no matter WHAT she wears, in fact, she'd be cute as the bare-butt New Year's Baby, but at this age I'd probably get arrested (umm, and she'd freeze, so lose/lose, there.) I've been thinking and thinking. You know all the "good" costumes go quickly and I didn't want to wait too long.

So, the decision has been made and ordered. I've decided, much to her father's chagrin (hey, he didn't object until AFTER I order it...too late) that G will be a Pretty Ballerina this year. I went searching high and low for a costume, but couldn't find any I liked. Then I checked out actual dance costumes and guess what? I found them surprisingly reasonable! How nice. I quickly ordered her a little toddler-sized leotard, tutu, and little-bitsy ballet slippers! OOOOHH, the cuteness. It's freakin' palpable, I swear!

Now, here's the hang up. G is 22 months old. She doesn't really even know what a ballerina is, much less how to do a grande-plié. I figure I have about a month to propagandize the hell out of ballet. There will be a lot of Angelina Ballerina in our house in the next 31 days! I bought her a book about a dancing duck who wears a tutu, too (ha). And I have been pointing out dancers dancing at every chance I get. Yeah, I'm not above brainwashing my kid.

Last night her leotard and ballet slippers arrived in the mail. She fell in love with the slippers and insisted on wearing them all night. I think this is a good sign. God, I can't wait for that tutu to (haha) arrive. I may momentarily O.D. on the cuteness of her little toddler tush in a TUTU! With ballet slippers! I can't wait!