Nana popped in for a quick one-night visit last night, which is always a cause for a celebration:
Chopin on the piano; waltzing on the rug. It’s no Miley Cyrus, but in this case I’d say that’s a good thing.
Frances the ballerina wannabe.
She specifically asked me to take several pictures of her doing various dance poses. Admittedly, the former dancer in me is pretty darn proud of those feet.
And then there’s this image.
Father/daughter dances get me every time—Will looking even taller than normal, Frances over the moon to have the undivided attention of Daddy, and George wanting to get in on the action.
And ultimately succeeding. That Daddy is a sucker for all things cute and blurry.
Happy Thursday, everyone!