Amy loves to dance, so much so that I looked into classes she could go to. I found one in Halifax and we started going to Baby Ballet 2 weeks ago.
The lady running the class, Miss Donna, told us all not to expect too much from the children as it was their first go. I thought Amy might join in at some point but she was up there from the start! I didn’t stop grinning for the whole session as she seemed to have a whale of a time and was upset that the class had finished.
It was more of the same when we went for her second lesson last week. Amy thought she was the bee’s knees in her new ballet gear (thanks Grandma and Granddad!). The lesson started with 2 girls sitting next to Miss Donna and within a verse of “heads, shoulders, knees and toesâ€, she was up there too.
She really seems to enjoy the class, although I’m starting to wonder at what I’ve created. Most of the other boys and girls were nice and quiet, and there’s Amy telling everyone “I can do it†when it came to practising hopping and that she’s got Mary Poppins at home when a spoon full of sugar came on the stereo. Best one was when she decided that she needed the toilet and told the class that she was “just going for a wee†when I was trying to sneak her out of the studio.
She’s been showing off her “good toes, naughty toes†all week to anyone who’ll watch. I can’t wait for next week.
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This made me smile, Dan, because Allie was the exact same way in tumbling class. She would talk and talk and tell her teacher and all of the other students about our weekend and her baby sister and that she had a hole in her sock (mortifying!).
It was wonderful to see her confidence and coordination improve, though, and I’m sure Amy will be the same.
By the way, we gathered from context what “twee” means, but really, what kind of a word is “twee.” It’s a wonder we Americans ever got our language from you!
That was one of my lovely wifes posts. Unfortunaltly I haven’t been able to attend the classes yet as I’ve been working (pah, how dare they make me work!)
As for twee, according to the mighty Wikipedia:
It means excessively or affectedly quaint, sentimental or mawkish, sometimes coupled with words like nauseatingly. It’s a strongly negative word, and a very useful one, that is in common British use. It appeared at the beginning of the twentieth century to mean something dainty or sweet, a girly and gushing word. It appears to have developed from tweet, not the noise a bird makes, but a childish attempt at saying sweet. It might have been helped along by a feeling that it could be a blend of tiny and wee (Scots for small), though it isn’t.
I must point out that Deb wasn’t insinuating that Amy’s Ballet classes were twee, I had used the word in my birthday card to Greg (I quote “Greg, your hairstyle is so twee”)
i wish I could dance but like most swedes i have absolutely no rythm. Since my wife is Mexican there I was hoping her genes would rule in this deparment but iäm sad to say that our son dances like a Swede. We can dance alright when we’re wasted but that’s not really an option for my 2.5 year old son. We’re hoping our newborn girl will have better luck and at least be an average dancer:-))
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I must admit I dance like an elephant with a bad back. I’m not sure many 2.5 year olds have much rythm to be honest, when Amy claps along to the music she does it to the beat of her own drum.
Check out Adventure Dad’s post about family friendly policy in Sweden by the way, it will make you green with envy.