First, there were tippy toes. At nine months Piper raised herself up on her arches and began walking. Those of you who have seen her in person know that she’s been there ever since. It used to worry her teachers. It worried her doctors, too. But her ballet instructor stopped class once and exclaimed “Oh! Those arches!”

Then there were the tutus. Obsessed. Multi-colored. Layers of tutus. And ruffles. With sparkles. Glitter, please. Blue tutus, hot pink ones, rainbow tutus. They go with everything.

Now there is the infatuation with Clara in The Nutcracker. This all adds up, you see. It’s obvious where I’m going.

“Mom, I want to be Clara. Really be her, you know. Like in the ballet,” Piper said from the backseat as we were driving Sissy to piano lessons.

“You totally could,” Sissy agreed.

“You have to work really hard at ballet, Piper. You’d make a beautiful Clara,” I added.

“Wait,” Piper said, “does Clara wear a tutu?”

“I think so,” I said. “She’s also in her nightgown for part of the ballet.”

That made Piper giggle. Being on stage in your nightgown is just silly.

“Wait,” Piper said, “have you ever seen Grandpa in a tutu?”

“Thankfully, no.”

That made Sissy giggle. Grandpa in a tutu is just silly.

“He’d wear one on stage with me in the Nutcracker I’ll bet,” Piper said, “If I asked him pretty please.”

Ballerina Piper

Some Like it Hot and Spicy

This is the Piper’s favorite drink: steeped Orange Spice Tea with one dollop of honey, one ice cube, and a dash of apple juice. She’s been fighting a cold lately so she orders even more “spicy tea.” Why wouldn’t a girl who’s spicy herself love a little hot toddy with a kick? It suits her. Piper, too, is a zesty blend.
A big part of Piper’s spiciness is her ability to get everyone to do what she wants.  This afternoon I was praising Piper’s dad because he’d spent the afternoon meeting her every need. “You have a good daddy, Piper,” I said. “He helped you get ready for ballet and took you to class.”

“Uh huh,” Piper agreed.

“He picked you up from school and made you a snack.”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s making dinner and cleaning out your lunch box.”

“Uh huh. Yep. He’s a good daddy because he does everything I tell him to.  Now, can I have some tea?”