So, this is where all of you who feel like imperfect people and mothers can feel a little better.
Emma is all dressed up for her first day of dance class. It's a ballerina's uniform of pink/flesh tights and a black leotard. We had gotten her outfit the day before and I had to pry it off of her to get her to bed. She gave me a cute little pose in the car with her sweet little smile so I could take her picture.
The day of her first dance class was super fun. We had breakfast with friends, lunch at the office with grandparents and then we headed to the dance studio.
There was no one there.
What?
No one was there.
I finally called my mom and had her look at their website.
"Registration now for classes starting July 7th."
How did I miss this??
Seriously!!!
So, then I had to tell Emma that we were going home. And no, we weren't going to miss the class. The class doesn't start for three weeks.
Yes, that's kind of a long time.
No, they won't start without you.
oops, wrong again. You'll be on a trip with your daddy the first week of dance class.
I actually left that part out. I figure, how much can she miss in a class aimed at 3 and 4 year olds?
But now the excitement has worn off a little and the hopefulness from my end that she'll really love to dance is waning a little.
She gets home THE day before the second (her first) day of dance class. I really, really hope she loves it. I loved it at her age, so did my sister and my cousin Kim is AMAZING. I'll have to post a picture of her sometime. But she's on to bigger things now like medical school.
Hey, if Emma's dancing leads to medical school I'm even more all for it.
Although, I may be getting a little ahead of myself.