DANCE

Earlier this year my girl Macy decided that SHE wanted to take dance lessons. Cloey also wanted to sign up for dance but I told her that she would have to wait until next time. I just didn’t think that she was ready. So the first few weeks of dance lessons were great. Macy was excited and looked forward to going. Until about week 4. After that she cried every week and did not want to go. She argued and argued with me that SHE NEVER wanted to go, I just signed her up. Though when we would get there she always had a good time. Except for this one-week. On that particular morning Macy had started in with the whole “ I hate dance, and I am not going” saga and then changed her story to “I feel sick, and I am going to throw-up.” I thought the sick act was just an attempt to get out of going. I battled with her and we went to dance. After Macy did a few twirls she threw-up all over the dance floor. Not just a little, a whole lot. And of course all the other little girls started screaming ewww, gross and Macy was totally humiliated. She was so mad at me for making her go when she had told me she was sick. I did feel really, really bad. I honestly thought she was just saying that to get out of going. Any how, Macy didn’t like dance lessons, I didn’t like dragging her in, and poor Cloey would watch through the window each week and copy what the class was doing wishing she could go in. Here are a few pictures of Macy at her lessons.

Then last week was the big dance recital, and Macy was so excited to wear her costume and have Dad come watch her. On the drive home she asked me if she signed up for dance again would she get another costume? Oh brother!