Tuesday, 19 January 2010
I wish I could dance.
The chances of me learning even the basics of pretty ice skating are slim as I am, to be blunt, fat. Lets not mention slightly ungainly and pretty ungraceful too! Still I love gliding around on the blades and despite going to a ski resort about once a year I haven't been to the local Patinoire yet, no time with everyone else skiing and looking after the girls. I would adore to learn something as simple as graceful backwards ice skating and maybe a few turns and twiddles. Owning my own skates would probably make me combust!
As soon as Clara turns 2.5 I will look into ballet lessons for her, she still does the exercises from the class we watched Mybecky's little girl do before Christmas. Phoebe is a bit trickier, I am planning a girls day out for her with another Mum so both our girls can have a go on the ice together. If Phoebe loves it I will probably see if I can get her lessons at a more local rink, see how she does and if she enjoys it. Ballet is a little too calm for her, she is a rocker at heart.
I just hope I am not projecting and that the girls really want to do these things and will enjoy them, even if it is just for a term or what ever. If they attack with the same vivacity as they do with swimming then they are going to be ace!