Friday: a monumental day on the Orla calendar. Ballet in Berlin. When we first spoke about moving to Berlin we told her that when we got here she could do ballet so that she would think favourably about the move. Anyway, it took me a while to find a class close to us and it's been a wait until the summer holidays are over but Friday was the big day - a sort of fore-runner for the class that will start properly on the first Saturday of September.
It started off well when it turned out I had the wrong location and needed to be about 3 miles to the left of where I was. Luckily there was a second class an hour later and we made it to that one. But oh, when we got there what an overwhelming experience it was for her. A dozen little girls dressed in leotards and tutus and a massive language barrier. Orla looked stunned for the first 20 minutes and eventually came and sat on my knee for a bit. Hamish on the other hand was chomping at the bit to get on the dance floor and was murmuring that he needed a ballet dress. The fact that Hamish seemed so determined to get up and join the girls in being 'sleeping princesses' made Orla realise that this could be good fun, so finally off she went and gave it her all.
She was elated with her achievement when the class finished and we came home and looked at ballet outfits on the internet. Hamish wants a pale blue tutu just in case you're wondering. Roll on September.