Dance class

Anyone who knows me can say that I'm not a girlie girl. Meaning I don't wear skirts very often, when I was a kid I never wanted a barbie (I liked GI Joe) and I never wanted to be a ballerina. So when we found out that we were having a girl I knew that I was screwed. This little girl would be the girliest girl in the world. Bows, pink, dolls, tinkerbell, cinderella and....dance class.

I embrace the little ballerina we have living in our office. She loves her tutu and my heart melts when she twirls around in it. I took Addison to her dance class this morning. It really wasn't much of a "dance" class, it was 4 toddlers running around chasing after bubbles. I was annoyed that there were mirrors everywhere and I could see how I needed to lose 20 lbs and Addison's teacher Miss Candace had perfect chicklet teeth and a rockin bod. Oh I digress...back to Addison. She diligently listened to Miss Perfect Teeth, she ran around when the disco ball went on and she stood on the little blue piece of tape when told. She was engaged when the 3 year olds came in and performed their recital. She waited for her turn to get her flower stamp. At the end of the class I was staring at Miss Perfect Bod and saw Addison out of the corner of my eye grab my bag, she ran over to me and said "HOME." I smiled, maybe our girl will be a tutu wearing golfer? I can't wait to find out.