We’re not really the type of family who schedules stuff in. Classes, sports, organized play… meh, we’ve been pretty relaxed about the whole thing; choosing not to push the boys into activities, but rather, take cues from them regarding where their interests lie.
Of course, you all know about my little dancing king, who shakes his booty every time the music is turned up. That was our first cue – and now that we’ve enrolled him in dance class, we know that we’re on the right track. Reid LOVES it.
And this past weekend, I realized that we have developed our very first family tradition – and it goes something like this…
It’s Saturday morning, and we’re startled awake by the alarm blaring at 6:45am. We need those 90 minutes to get Mommy and Daddy showered and caffeinated; to wake the boys and give them a healthy breakfast – especially Reid, who needs protein and carbs for all the exercising he’ll do – and have everyone changed, piled in the car and ready for the 8:30am Toddler Dance class.
For 45 minutes, we watch our two-year-old turn into a budding Barishnykov. As the only boy (and youngest dancer) in the class, we have to make sure he stays focused and stops flirting with the little girls in tu-tus :) While my husband takes Reid through the motions, I stay with Ryder on the sidelines, going over his reading and writing homework….