Abby started ballet a little while ago. She calls it, bear with me now, “Lullabligue”. This is three year old slang for Lullabye League which, as everyone knows, is a 25 second bit in The Wizard of Oz immediately prior to the Lollipop Guild’s famous welcome to Dorothy in Munchkin Land. As everyone knows? You all watch The Wizard four times a week at least right? Okay, maybe it’s just me. Rather, maybe it’s just her. She is in OZ four times a week. You can just catch the shoes at the bottom of this picture of the proud owner of a Dorothy dress which Monya made for her birthday.
But I digress. So, she is enamored of the Lullabligue despite their short shrift in Oz.
(Digress again, if Angela ever read this blog she would probably have a better spelling for however it is that Abby refers to the Tutu clad munchkins. I nearly miss it every time and only every really hear it on the “igue” part.) And here is our little Lullabligue. You can see just how excited she is by the twitchy fingers and the set of her mouth…her eyes always look like that.
To make a short story long, Angela and I decided to thumb our noses at our creditors near and far and with luck create some early memories for a Lullabligue this year at the Pacific Northwest Ballet. We bought tickets to see Nutcracker. Music by Tchaikovsky, with sets and costumes by Maurice Sendak (Where The Wild Things Are) you can’t go wrong.
I have never seen a professional ballet but always wanted to, Angela has seen a few and would love to see more, and if her character and form hold true, Abby will be entranced.
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