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Tiny Dancer

When a teacher starts any sentence "In 6 years of teaching this class, I've never seen...", you know your kid is either really great, really bad, or, in Ivy's case, really, um, unique. 

What the teacher in her music class actually said was "In 6 years of teaching this class, I've never seen such an interesting combination of dance moves." 

"Yeah," I said.  "She gets that from her dad."

We started taking a great music class 3 weeks ago and Ivy LOVES it.  She doesn't really participate in the songs, she doesn't clap or listen to the words.  She doesn't sit on my lap and rhythmically tap her hands on my knees, or shake the eggs, or drum with the sticks.

What she does is dance.  Even to, as the teacher put it, the "non-dancing songs".  She is on her feet for the entire 45 minute class, dancing, swaying, stomping, moving, just generally getting down.  And this girl can shake it, though her moves have been described as "psychedelic" and "Grateful Dead-esque", I like to think that all that Madonna, Justin Timberlake and Prince will one day sink in, and those hippie moves will transform into something more we-live-in-the-city and less she-was-raised-on-a-commune.

A girl can dream.

So anyway, after this last class, I went to talk to Teacher Sean (who "looks like a daddy"), to ask if she was being disruptive with all the shaking it and falling on the other moms and kids, and the ignoring of the rhythm entirely, and he assured me that she was fine, and that while her moves are unusual, he would never discourage anybody from dancing and enjoying the music.

Guess she's just going to be THAT kid.  I hope she doesn't teach those moves to Scarlett...

 

No blogging.

Yikes, it has been forever since I wrote here.  I blame:

1) Facebook
2) my awesome new iPhone
3) Tivo
4) laundry and dishes
5) lack of motivation/general blah

Occasionally, I actually even have something to write about.  But I don't write.  I think it was more rewarding blogging when I felt like someone was out there reading it, and when I wrote about food, there was a whole foodie community that was into reading all the food blogs on the internets.  Now, the parenting community has so many impressive blogs that it feels a bit like "Oh, I'll just read Amalah, she basically says everything I am thinking but can't put into words anyway..."

Blogging is on my list of things to do when I become the superfantastic wondermom that I want to be, who has so much energy that I never sit down, I run around and get everything on my list done, and I cook, and clean, and read to my kids and clean out the garage and brush the cat everyday and water the plant (yes, only one, I killed all the rest).  I've scheduled that transformation to take place next month.