Dreams

I never realized how much I wanted to see my little girl in a little pink leotard with a little pink skirt, little pink tights, and little pink ballet slippers until we were at the ballet store today and Genna really wanted the purple leotard. Fortunately, for her, they were out of pink leotards in her size. I was really sad, it was as if one of my dreams had been shattered. I even contemplated ordering her an extra pink one for an exorbitant $20, which she of course would never wear. But when we got home and she modeled the little purple leotard, she was still quite adorable.

I don't know why I am so excited about Genna starting her ballet classes next week. It must be because 4-year old ballet epitomizes "little girl" to me. I remember my ballet classes, it was just something that all little girls did. Next week she'll start and I am super excited to see it; I hope they have a parents' observation room. We've already been working on the positions and pliés.

Spring has officially sprung here in Seattle. I saw beautiful pink flowers beginning to bud. I didn't know much about the Pacific Northwest climate, and still don't, but it was a nice surprise to see flowers on our walk to the playground today. It was really "my" walk to the playground. After one block, Jonah put his arms up at me and said "carwe-oo," or in English it is "carry you." He obviously has no intention of carrying ME, but whenever I am about to pick up Jonah, I ask him, "do you want me to carry you?" So, of course he thinks that, "carry you" means he gets a free ride. Anyway, I got my workout today carrying an extra thirty pounds on my hip up a giant hill. Next time I'll bring the Ergobaby, but he'll probably just fuss in that just as much as he fusses in the stroller. He doesn't seem to like anything that makes my life easier. Go figure.

Pink buds

Our view from one of our favorite playgrounds