Ballet
Today was our first day of ballet. We missed last week due to the Evil Virus, and apparently, I missed out on the 206 ettiquette points of three-year-old ballet.
First, let me say that she was not the only girl in class with a tutu. I felt a great deal of relief upon entering the studio and seeing that of the dozen or so girls there, probably nine of them had fluffier and more fantastic costumes on than Annika. I was a little worried that I would be the dork who had her overdressed. I was not. Sigh of relief.
I thought that we mommies would be able to sit on the sidelines and watch. No, we were summarily dismissed by the teacher. So I found myself sitting there with nothing to do...next week I will bring a book. I sat and sat and eventually decided that maybe I could take a little peek through the window on the door.
Bad idea.
Annika saw me peeking and stopped what she was doing (working on jumping at the barre) to run over to the door. One of the teachers came to the door and told me that I could come in...so I did. I mean, why invite me if I'm not supposed to be in there? But as soon as I came in, unwittingly, all the other little girls started crying for their mothers and the other teacher made the icy comment that "this is why we don't allow the mothers to observe"...
So I singehandedly broke up the second session of class...great! Super! Well, I guess now I know that I can't even peek through the window. I will stay far, far away from the window!
Annika and I went to pick Josiah up, where his new teacher declared that he had been behaving so nicely all day, except he was bored with everything today and didn't mind letting her know. Painting? Bor-ing. Drawing? Bor-ing. Learning to juggle a fire baton? Bor-ing. It seems whatever she came up with, he shot down. His classmates totally sold him out when I walked in: "Mrs. Josiah's Mom, Josiah's saying BOR-ING!".
So, along with bearing the shame of breaking up ballet, I had to hold a long discussion with Josiah as to why saying everything is boring could be disruptive and hurtful to his very nice teacher, who tries hard to think up fun activities for him. Why would he say this? I asked. He replied "I'm tired of this gray weather...". Me too, kid, me too. I'm having dreams of San Diego. The gray, wet, chilly weather is really starting to get to me.
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny.
And just on a side note, for any of you worried about this school shooting, and I have no idea why anyone would worry about us in relation to it: the suburb that it happened in is in the northeast of Stuttgart and we are in the southwestern suburbs and safely on base. So rest easy.
First, let me say that she was not the only girl in class with a tutu. I felt a great deal of relief upon entering the studio and seeing that of the dozen or so girls there, probably nine of them had fluffier and more fantastic costumes on than Annika. I was a little worried that I would be the dork who had her overdressed. I was not. Sigh of relief.
I thought that we mommies would be able to sit on the sidelines and watch. No, we were summarily dismissed by the teacher. So I found myself sitting there with nothing to do...next week I will bring a book. I sat and sat and eventually decided that maybe I could take a little peek through the window on the door.
Bad idea.
Annika saw me peeking and stopped what she was doing (working on jumping at the barre) to run over to the door. One of the teachers came to the door and told me that I could come in...so I did. I mean, why invite me if I'm not supposed to be in there? But as soon as I came in, unwittingly, all the other little girls started crying for their mothers and the other teacher made the icy comment that "this is why we don't allow the mothers to observe"...
So I singehandedly broke up the second session of class...great! Super! Well, I guess now I know that I can't even peek through the window. I will stay far, far away from the window!
Annika and I went to pick Josiah up, where his new teacher declared that he had been behaving so nicely all day, except he was bored with everything today and didn't mind letting her know. Painting? Bor-ing. Drawing? Bor-ing. Learning to juggle a fire baton? Bor-ing. It seems whatever she came up with, he shot down. His classmates totally sold him out when I walked in: "Mrs. Josiah's Mom, Josiah's saying BOR-ING!".
So, along with bearing the shame of breaking up ballet, I had to hold a long discussion with Josiah as to why saying everything is boring could be disruptive and hurtful to his very nice teacher, who tries hard to think up fun activities for him. Why would he say this? I asked. He replied "I'm tired of this gray weather...". Me too, kid, me too. I'm having dreams of San Diego. The gray, wet, chilly weather is really starting to get to me.
Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny.
And just on a side note, for any of you worried about this school shooting, and I have no idea why anyone would worry about us in relation to it: the suburb that it happened in is in the northeast of Stuttgart and we are in the southwestern suburbs and safely on base. So rest easy.
Comments
Annie looks darling! Stay out of the room next time....
Please give the kids a big hug from me. Tell them they're doing a great job and we're proud of them - and of you!
I know mine did, and I'm fine. No, really!
Incidentally, Annika's a lot more normal than my niece, let me tell you *shaking head* Klara's curling and playing lacrosse.
1. Annika is just way too cute.
2. It will not be the last time Josiah will be bored. I had to smile at all the little tattle tales in his class.
3. Disruptive mom made me laugh. You live and learn.
4. Gray days-I think we all are getting tired of them. Although today sun did shine but it was so bitter cold that it was still miserable.
5. One way of looking at the trials and tribulations of raising children is be thankful you are not the Octomom.