As a child, I never did extracurricular activities because my parents worked very late hours and weren’t ever able to get me to practice (that’s a huge NOD to how hard they worked for our family so that I could do this for MY family). Basically, my parents set me up so that I'm living vicariously through my children.
My girls LOVE dancing. Every night, we have a dance party, which consists of five full minutes of dancing to whatever song they wanted to listen to on YouTube. Pasts songs have been: Moves Like Jagger, Move It Move It, and Don't Worry, Be Happy. Oh, in case you missed the last post, here's the video showing one of our dance parties.
Just for kicks, here's Ansley:
And here's Aubrey:
For the sake of clarity, they get their skills from me.
Since Ansley has been potty trained (for a while now), she had to wait until she was a little older until she could go to dance class. Okay okay. She had to wait until the last episode of the Bachelor was over because that was on Mondays. Geez. That felt good to admit (don't judge).
In the past, I've tried to teach her how to tumble at home, but she never did understand what I was asking her to do. I even tried to do it myself, but I'm so big now and not very agile, so rather than hurt myself, I asked Ryan to do it. Kidding. We just didn't work at it after that.
Anyway, taking her to dance class for her first lesson was an impromptu thing. I'll be honest, Ryan was working late that week, and I didn't want to be couped up in the house. I did what every normal working mother would do, I tried to figure out what we could do on a cold semi-winter/semi-spring day (where you couldn't go outside). Two minutes away, we had a dance studio offering a free single lesson as a trial. Boom.
The only thing I knew about "dance class" was what I learned on Dance Mom (an awesome show). I knew they had to have ballet shoes and leotards. But I wasn't prepared that night. So, I do what I normally do. I wung it (is wung a word?). I found some tights, a cute swimsuit with a tutu. Aubrey didn't want to be left out, so she chose something out of Ansley's closet that was too big for her. And off we went.
When I got there, the ladies were super friendly. Ansley was super excited, my heart melted just from seeing her excitement.
I expected to see a boatload of cuteness from her classmate's outfits. What I didn't expect was NOT being able to go into the dance classroom with her. Sad face. They had tinted windows outside so we can watch without having the students be distracted. With Aubrey on one hip, I watched her entire dance class. She was the youngest one there! She waited in line to tumble with the other kids, she jumped on a trampoline, she danced with instruction. My heart seriously melted.
When they lady asked if she was coming back, I said yes, sign us up. She told us there would be a recital in the month of June and asked if she would be doing that. What did I say? Heck yes!
The outfit for the recital is tooo cute. Its yellow with polka dots. There is a flesh-colored mesh between her midriff that I don't think Ryan will approve of.
If I could capture my emotions on this day in a bottle, I could sell it for millions to parents.
This is like one of those milestones like your kid being born, saying his first words, walking for the first time, eating cereal for the first time. Your heart stops in moments like these.
Someone told me this moment will soon past as I'm driving them all over the place for practice.
For now, I'm going to savor those moments. I can't wait for next week's dance class!! And I'm looking forward to meeting the other Dance Moms!!
Since I absolutely hate carrying around a DSLR, I think I'm going to invest in a better camera to take with me everywhere. This in-phone camera is not cutting it!
P.S. Ignore everything I said last time about being a tiger mom.