Do The Strawberry Shake

The past few weeks at Thursday morning dance class have been going much better than before. I used to have to go in with the girls and they would either cling to my legs or they would dance around with the other girls, but only if I were dancing with them. Things improved a little when Stella started bringing in the Strawberry Shortcake music CD that her daddy made for her. Grammie and I would joke around saying that I need to start working on making a purple princess dress for me to wear in the recital. Thankfully, their teacher was willing to "boot-camp" them and deal with the crying while I waited out in the waiting room like all the other moms. After a few minutes they had pretty much forgotten about me and were starting to really enjoy their class. Whew! The purple princess dress was starting to become less of a joke and more of a terrifying reality. Now every time we get to class, Stella holds her hand out waiting for me to give her the CD. Then she runs straight in yelling "bobby-cake! bobby-cake!" and hands it to her teacher who starts it right up.