I have the kids signed up for two classes this summer: dance and gymnastics. Being not-quite-four, they are a little young for most of the actual “camp” programs in the area. So, as much as I would love to drop them off for a few hours a day, it seems that will have to wait until next year. So, here we our with our two, one-hour, once-a-week classes. Thankfully, both of them were excited to take both classes, so at least I don’t have to entertain one while the other is busy.
Rebecca is particularly enthusiastic. And while she certainly enjoys all of the jumping and spinning and tumbling, sometimes I wonder if the part she loves the best is wearing the appropriate outfit for each class.
Dance class? Are you kidding? She was sold at “tutu.” The teachers may not require a particular dress code, but every Tuesday morning she is beyond thrilled with her pink leotard and pink skirt. Oh, and pink slippers. Boy, does she love those.
But gymnastics, too, is a big hit in the clothing department. Even with less pink and no skirt. She seems to really get a kick out of having a special item of clothing for that unique purpose. Hell, she’d probably get excited if she had a school uniform. I suppose I’m the same way – I’m very picky about my exercise clothes. I will only work out in a particular style/group of clothing, and if I don’t have that, I pretty much won’t even consider it. Seeing the occasional person at the gym in jeans or khakis (you know you’ve seen that guy) gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Daniel, for his part, could care less. He’ll wear the athletic shorts I insist on (I am physically incapable of sending him to dance or gymnastics in denim or khaki shorts), but I had to let go when he insisted on a shirt with a collar. It seemed so wrong to me, but ultimately I accepted the fact that it was, at least, cotton. And that turning it into a battle would have been patently ridiculous. He is also the only boy in both groups, which doesn’t phase him in the slightest.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s Tuesday morning. Got to make sure Rebecca can find her tutu.
I hear you! Emilia loves the tutus and all that jazz. She’s not even in gymnastics and she spent the whole day yesterday in a pink and purple leotard that must have come from a second-hand shop via my mom, I’m guessing.
Love Eleanor’s expression looking at big bro and sis in the first photo!
I have a feeling that Cameron will be equally enthralled with the outfits when she is old enough for dance class. I did LOL at your denim/kakhis comment becaues I too am slightly uncomfortable seeing people dressed inappopriately for the gym. Of course down South that means women in mid-rif shirts.
I understand about the appropriate attire — my story — I could not peel the unicorn costume off my 4 year old child for her basketball class at the Y. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow. The coach was chuckling the entire time!
LOVE that he’s not phased by being the only boy in the both classes. There was always a token boy in my dance classes and my brother was once the token boy in his gymnastics class, too. Even as an adult, when I took dance classes with girls sometimes, there was always a boy there.
Yay!
How fun for them! I’ve been looking for a dance class for my two, but haven’t found one yet that fits my criteria. Where are your kids going? Are you happy with how their class is structured?