1st dance class

Crannie had her first dance class today!

I got tears in my eyes when she left Dan and I to line up with the little girls to go into the room with her teacher. I had to make myself stop before it became a full-blown cry. The crazy emotions that go with seeing your kiddos grow up and do things independently of you! I can only imagine what the first day of school will be like for me; but, that is something I'm not willing to think about right now.

Anyway, Maddie had a blast. She was adorable with her little black tap shoes. They went in with their tap shoes first. Dan put them on for her since I was shaking. He got such a kick out of watching her dance class; he's definitely not used to anything related to dance considering he's only ever known boys his entire life. The two of us and little Beebster waved to her when she would look and Faith kept blowing kisses and saying "Bah, Da Da" to her beloved big sis.

There were actually a lot more little girls in her class than I had thought there would be. Then again, this is the 4-year old class since she was the only 3-year old signed up for her original class that had to be cancelled. She was the youngest, but definitely not the smallest. They sat in a little circle at first telling the teacher their names, and we could hear Maddie say "my name is Madison Constein." Dan had rehearsed this about 20 times before we left this morning since he was concerned she would tell the whole class her name was "Crannie" and then the teacher would be lost as to who this little girl, Crannie, was (he takes this personally considering the whole 'Jack LeFauchy' story of his elementary days). Haha.

They actually did a lot for their first class. I figured they would just goof around and basically not do anything. But, they did exercises in tap, ballet, and even got out the gym mats to do some gymnastics stuff. Maddie cracked us up the the entire time (and all of the parents actually to be exact). Each of the little girls was lined up and was supposed to sit in a designated square of the dance floor. Maddie sat there for the most part, but when the teachers would be coming down the line to do each individual girl's dance moves, she would start moving slowly to the front. She kept inching closer and closer to the mirror, until she'd be right in front of the mirror. Then, she'd just look at herself and smile and do her classic ballet moves that she does here at home: spins, weird jumps, etc. The teacher probably moved her back to the line about 6 times during the hour-long class. It wasn't that she was purposely not listening, but just that she was so incredibly eager to do everything that I think she would forget what the teacher had told her. There were a few times where the teacher would hold Maddie's hand in the front and use her as an example of what they were supposed to be doing during each song. It was hilarious.

I was so incredibly proud of my little Cran today. She melted my heart with her little leotard. I love that this is something that she really likes, and I hope she'll look forward to her class every week.