zack enrolled thea in a ballet and tap class at the Y in january. she l.o.v.e.d. it for about eight weeks and then in true fickle female form decided she didn't want to do it anymore. [i'm so glad we invested in the leotard, tights, ballet and tap shoes that are now gathering dust in her closet.] she was quite good in the class, very attentive and a good direction-follower. she still knows how to do a shuffle-ball-change and a bunch of fancy ballet moves.
some of my favorite recent memories though are of the dance lessons she and papa had while he and my mom visited in march. he transformed into his alter ego, paolo di paolo, an italian baryshnikov of sorts, and she was mesmerized by his teachings. i need to track down the video from my mom - it's priceless.
