We joined the local YMCA as a Christmas gift for the girls, and one of the perks of a Y membership is all the classes they offer.
Both the girls are in a swimming class, and Lorelei for the first time is taking a dance class....Ballet/Tap/Jazz.
There was a scheduling snafu on Tuesday, so Lorelei took a make-up class today so she isn't behind.
Since the child dances every waking hour of her life, I knew she would do well. I was surprised at just how well she did.
There's natural grace there, but also a desperate need for more balance. You'd think, with that dinky, Italian-shaped body and its low center of gravity, she would be more stable. Like a Weeble-Wobble. But she does need to practice on keeping herself righted.
After warming up, the teacher led them through a series of "Graceful" exercises, some pantomimes like putting on rings, and make up and doing up their hair.
A chorus line!
During the hour-long class, I went to get my membership card's photo taken (UGH) and wandering around the Y....
Look, Ruthie and Trixie! A knitting group!
(Where the Heck is Trixie, by the way?)
I saw this poster and immediately thought of some of my...ahem...more mature blogger friends:
May is "Older American" Month?
Huh. Who knew?
I have two days down on my Marathon Week, tomorrow's the last day.
While bringing the birds back yesterday, I was behind this goofy vehicle:
Read the names of the kids and the dog......
You know, some people are just begging to be slapped right in their heads.