This morning Caroline had her first ballet class. Calling it ballet might be a stretch, but she did wear a little pink leotard, tights and the cutest ballet shoes you have ever seen. She was so proud as she marched and twirled around the mat. I think her favorite part was that each wall is a huge mirror so that she could look at herself from all angles. That child loves to watch herself do anything. Self esteem…not a big issue so far.
This weekend I was talking to her about how we’re going to be getting rid of the paci after her 3rd birthday. She knows the routine and was talking excitedly about giving her pacis to the garbage men and then going to Toys R Us to pick out a “big girl” toy. Our friend asked her what she thought she would get and Caroline looked off (apparently dreaming of all the possibilities) and then said with all seriousness “probably some new pacis”. Oh I dread what I have before me. She won’t go without a fight I promise you that.