Molly had her 1st recital last Saturday. Any reservations I might have had about dance class being "too much" were quickly erased when we saw her on the stage. Too cute is the only way to describe it. It was interesting to watch how much harder she tried when in front of an audience. She now asks me about the stage and when we're going there again and before class yesterday, she told me she loved dance class and that she wanted to stay there forever. Since she's such a big fan, I signed her up for the summer class.
For the performance, they were little frogs and danced with Kermit and Miss Piggy to "Who let the frogs out". Terrible I know. I don't care, it was freaking adorable.
Maggie was a trooper during the show and actually really got into it. She even quietly fell asleep at one point, which is kind of unheard of for her.
Maggie is still going blueberry crazy. I'm going to have to change her name to Violet Beauregarde.
Swim class was good and bad. Good for Maggie, bad for Molly. She screamed her way through the 1st week. I spent my time avoiding eye contact with her and trying not to upset her more than she already was. I think it's a combination of being intimidated by the older kids and being up-set at me for being in the pool with Maggie. I made her tough out 6 days, but in the end I let her drop out.
After one particularly horrible day at class, she came home and passed out.
Happier times...before swim class.
I asked her one day to think of things that she liked about swim class. She came up with this: "going home"
I bought candy land yesterday and we've been playing all day. She actually obeys some of the rules. Mostly she likes making up stories about the gingerbread boys. When one game piece gets ahead of the other game piece she gets sad and wants them to be together again. Next time I'll have to get chutes and ladders.
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