Caroline had dance class yesterday and even though she’s been going to dance since July, I crack up every time she has on her leotard and tights. Her boodelay (thanks for that word, Toni) isn’t any bigger than it was the day she was born. She’s just a long, lean dancing machine, except for her little pot belly which is quickly becoming the last remnant of babyhood.
Mimi and Bops had been out of town all weekend, so they came to watch her dance class. Bops said that he told his secretary he was leaving work early because Caroline had “a little dance thing” and his secretary told him to be sure and take pictures. He had to confess that really he was just going to watch her dance class. The girl has had an entourage since the day she was born.
Caroline was thrilled to see them because after all it had been three whole days. In fact, on Saturday she got into trouble at naptime and she was quick to tell me, “I just want my Mimi and Bops.” They are big on the love at Mimi and Bops’ house, not so much on the discipline. But, hey that’s what grandparents are for and we should all be so lucky to have someone in our lives who thinks we’re adorable no matter what we do.
The thing I enjoy most about watching her dance in class is that she tends to get carried away watching herself in the mirror and quits paying attention to the teacher. She twirls, she grins, and she twists around so that she can admire her backside. She is a complete ham and I have no idea where on earth she gets it.