Adventures of the dancing queen

Short but sweet.

Well, everything I typed disappeared. Bummer. I'll see if I can remember what I said.

Our adventure to dance class started with a bus trip. We took the bus instead of walking today because after class, we were planning to go check out another more modern stroller.

Holding hands.

Pom-poms love!

Rainbow ribbons.

What a shadow!

It turns out the last day of class (our 2nd) brought with it a "performance" for the parents as well as a photographer from the local paper. The kids are very photogenic in their outfits, of course, and rank right up there with pictures of baby animals in the cuteness factor.

Amelia surprised me this class and actually participated in almost all of the class. The only thing she skipped was jumping over the stuffed animals and crawling through the tunnel. Just not interested in that. But going to the magic line, playing under the parachute, twirling, stomping, whatever, she seemed interested in doing it this week. Hooray!

After class, we mosied over to the woman's apartment, but not before Amelia had to use the bathroom... 5 minutes after we left the studio. Luckily, there was some kind of Catholic looking facility complete with lots of sisters in uniforms who generously allowed us to use their toilet.

We found our way and Amelia even WALKED for a good part of the trip. Amazing because that kid never wants to walk and will act as if it's the end of the world if you ask her to do so. She will cry and say she can't walk. I don't know where that comes from. It bothers me though and I don't really know how to change it.

Eating her snap peas. Thanks mom & dad!

Once at the apartment, which was much smaller than our old 1 bedroom, we checked out the stroller. It seemed much larger than I had anticipated and yet Amelia barely fit. Scary. She got in and out a few times, as if to put her scent on it. And then got distracted by the alphabet floor tiles. In the end, I did not buy the stroller. It seemed like $90, while it's a good price for that piece, was too much for something we might not be using for very long. I guess we're just going to keep the relic.

Talking to her pie.

Eating her pie.

Not sharing her pie.

Our next stop was lunch in Randwick. We found a place to eat, a little cafe, and Amelia gobbled up her chicken pie. We caught the bus home and then it was time for a nap--both of us were pooped!