It was the most adorable, hilarious, entertaining ... and chaotic 30 minutes I've witnessed in a long time.
My cheeks have never hurt so much from smiling, but I cannot WAIT to go back next week!
If she is HALF as excited about dance class as I am, then she's going to be a lifelong ballerina! HA!
And no, I will NOT become one of those "dance moms". No, thank you!
We got Lucy her new dance clothes a few days before class, and she couldn't wait to get home and try them on.
Getting them OFF of her proved to be much more difficult than getting them ON her.
She danced and pranced and spun and tiptoed around the house for hours in her "guitard" (that's leotard for most of us) for hours! I'm pretty sure she would wear her guitard and tights all day, every day - if I'd let her.
(Hey, it'd beat wearing her pajamas in public like she does when Daddy's in charge ... did you read about their "date" on my Facebook page this weekend? Good grief, Daddy!)
Anyway. When Thursday afternoon had finally rolled around, she was literally squealing with excitement.
We arrived at the dance studio, met "Miss Marta" (her teacher), and then headed to the potty shop (as we call it) so we didn't have any (ahem) "accidents" during class! (Hey, we all know a little too much excitement can be a challenge where the potty is concerned!)
We got to the bathroom, and the first thing out of Lucy's mouth:
"OH, NO! My teacher doesn't have a potty seat!"
You'd have thought the world was ending. That was how serious she was about this.
There's not a potty seat at the mall -- or the restaurants we go to -- or church -- Nana's house -- or anywhere else we go, for that matter ...... so I'm not exactly sure why she was so shocked that her dance class didn't have a potty seat, but anyway. We got over it. Thank goodness.
It was smooth sailing from there.
I had no idea what to expect from a ballet class for three-year-olds.
So just in case you're wondering what one does with a class of pint-sized ballerinas, I can now tell (and kind of) show you!
(I didn't have a zoom lens with me ... and I couldn't get very close! .... it was bad enough that I was the crazy-looking Mama sitting on the edge of the dance floor taking pictures like a mad woman through my tears --- caused both by my hysterical laughter and the disbelief that I was watching my baby at her very first dance class!)
But enough about my out-of-control emotions.
In dance class for three-year-olds.......
you learn to curtsy
and you learn to say "how do you do" (because "that's what ballerina's say!")
and you shake your tail feathers
and you tiptoe like little mice
and you stomp like elephants
and you listen to directions
and you wait your turn
(this was the hardest part)
and you choose your favorite magic want
and you dance around, waving said magic wand (hopefully without poking out any eyes in the process)
and you choose your favorite teddy bear
and you walk around with the teddy bear on your head!
I think this was my favorite part ....
Who the heck knew walking around, balancing a bear on your head could be so much fun!?
And who taught my munchkin how to do that before we ever got there...?
Because she had absolutely no problem with it .... I was quite surprised by that!
And then you learn to sing the goodbye song in first position
(okay, so we need to work on first position!)
and you give a group hug!
I'm already counting down the days 'til her next class.
And I'll try not to flood you with dance class pictures every week ... but it might be hard not to! :)~
Just so sweet!