Dance, Baby, Dance

This week we were finally able to get KK to a dance class! I had signed her up for several sessions a few months ago, but, for various reasons, we kept having to cancel. I was so excited that I was finally going to get some girly pictures of our little dancing queen. I was totally unprepared, however, for Miss Dance Instructor. She wouldn't even let me (or any parent) step one foot into the studio! WHA'????! Does she not understand my obsession to document every single moment of this child's life through photographs???? I will have NO PICTURES of her FIRST DANCE CLASS????? GAAAAAH!!!! As I nearly began to hyperventilate, Miss Dance Instructor shooed me off to the "magic window" on the side of the room.

The "magic window" consists of a window completely covered in colored paper, except for three less-than-two-inch holes to peek through. None of these holes happen to be at eye-level. I'm a little sore from the squat/balance/stretch/shoot routine that I had to do, but I'll be damned if I was leaving without any pictures!!! You know you're in Colorado when the dance studio has more rock climbing walls than mirrors.
Pick me! Pick me!
Checking out her heinie in the mirror!
Uh-oh! She spotted the lens! Actually I don't think she did - I'm pretty sure she just heard it thump against the magic window!Still checking herself out in the mirror. She has Daddy's concentration technique...the tongue always helps!
The magic window didn't turn out to be so bad. I was able to avoid the "red frame" for most of the shots, and except for a close call or two, K didn't even know I was there. Best of all, I was completely impressed by Miss Dance Instructor. She held the kids' attention for the entire class and every single one of them participated happily! There was a method to her madness after all. : )