Dancing!

[ailbhe]

Today the dancing school reopened for the new term, and we went along. Emer is three now, which means she's old enough for lessons.

Oh, the cute. The terrible terrible cute. It BURNS.

I could see Emer throughout the lesson, and she was clearly having a wonderful time. She tried to follow the steps, jumped and bent her knees and pointed her toes, bounced and stepped and hopped, and had a marvellous, marvellous time. She loves that it's a class with a teacher whom she can follow, which did make the bits where she was supposed to pay attention to a partner rather awkward, but she's having a fantastic time.

I couldn't see Linnea well but she was eager to get in to the lesson and said afterwards that she had a nice time. What I saw of her showed the usual silent, almost-expressionless focus I've come to associate with later evidence of massive cognitive leaps. So it didn't look like much but I expect it will later.

They did waltz and samba and cha-cha and a little line-dancing. I laughed myself sore. I am so, so in love with my girls.

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[serene]

Oh, hooray!