If you've read any earlier posts on this blog, you've for sure heard me talk about the wonderful ways of my devoted husband, and his never ending reserve of patience as the devout dad that he is. There is nothing the man wouldn't do for our little wonder. We've all seen the cheese commercial where the dad is forced to sit at his daughter's play table while she assures him that his princess crown-wearing days are over when she says they're over...and that's pretty much Joe and Lizzy.
We enrolled Lizzy in dance class last fall. Just shy of her 3rd birthday and the youngest in her class of 3-5 year olds, we thought it was something she could have fun with due to having what seemed to be a natural rhythmic ability, for her hips didn't just sway, but actually more 'boogied' much like the dancing baby in the viral video! We have endless footage on video of Lizzy in front of the stereo or television with music playing, grooving to the music to the point where she would make herself dizzy. What that basically translated to for us if you were to see her in perfect rhythm, was her possessing more natural ability than Joe and I put together.
And so, off we would go, the 3 of us to Saturday morning dance classes for a half hour of ballet, followed by a half hour of jazz...but they didn't all go quite as planned. This was Lizzy and I in roughly the first 2 or 3 dance classes where we listened intently and well, preferred to quietly observe.