Tap, tap, tap...

When I was pregnant with my first child, my mother told me that if I had a girl, she'd put her in dance classes. Well, I had a girl. By the time she were about five, my mother and I were at an art and crafts fair where we saw a local dance company perform. The kids were totally cute and I signed my daughter up for classes. My mother had taken ballet as a child (apparently, my grandmother taught ballet and was a dancer.) I never went...not sure whether it was that we didn't have the money or that I enjoyed making mud pies and climbing trees too much to think about anything else. My mother never saw a recital as she passed away that September (as my daughter was in kindergarten and her first full year of dance.)

My daughter ended up loving dance and took it until she graduated high school and then took classes in college (before her life fell apart.) She also helped teach classes for the place as well. Fast forward four or five years, she is still a great dancer and wants to return to college (and dance) eventually.

Recently, I bought tap shoes for my kindergartener (who will be going to first grade soon.) I thought it'd be a great idea for him to learn to tap...and a great way for the two of them to dance together. They've had a few dance lessons and he seems to really love them! I took a pic of her a couple of days ago...


...and a pic of them practicing their tap. From a distance, I heard lots of words I didn't understand like slap, spank and shuffle...and I sneaked in to take a picture. What a lovely afternoon.