So, I have 3 girls.  They can hold their own with the boys and love sports, but they are also girlie girls.  Translation, I am a dance mom and my girls take every dance class available.  For real, the studio offers an “unlimited class rate” and that’s how we roll.  

We switched studios this year and my girls were nervous, so we set up a time to meet the owner and check out the studio.  They instantly felt at home and comfortable with Ms. Shelley.  So at home that Vivian licked the dance floor. That’s right, after a bunch of sweaty kids left their summer dance bootcamp, my 4 year old licked the floor.  She also attempted to lick Ms. Shelley, which brings me back to being comfortable thing.

I am at the studio 3 nights a week for 2 to 4 hours a night. (I told you, dance mom.) Vivian only goes on Tuesday night, but she makes her presence known on that one night.  She walks in, smacks Ms. Shelley on the rear and says hello.  Ms. Shelley doesn’t even need to look, she knows it’s my kid.

I have “that kid.”  You know, the one that leaves class to go potty and as I ask her if she is behaving she replies, “Yep, I didn’t lick the windows.”  Um, what?! Why did you mention that? “I licked the windows last week!”

Getting ready for their recital with their little cousin. Yep, “that kid” is on the left.