Izzie loves dancing all the time. She dances in her room, in the car, in the bed, in the bath.. everywhere. Todd and I like to say "Go Izzie, Go Izzie!" Cheering her on. We love it and can't get enough of her jumping, shoulder shimmy, hands in the air, and of course her hiney shake.
I decided, well she needs to get out of the house. Why not try dance? Most classes don't start until 3 years old, but there are a few that start at 2. I talked to Amanda Gunter and we both wanted our girls (who are just one month apart in age) to try together. We found a reasonable class. I called. They sounded great and informative. We bought the leotards, stockings, and tap shoes. I got to the class first. It hadn't started yet, so they had a little waiting area. When it was time two ladies walked out and called for the girls to come. I'm not used to just letting Izzie walk off with some stranger, so I held her hand and walked down the hallway with them. Talked to the teacher for a split second. She took Izzie in the room and closed the door. Now, Izzie went willingly to my surprise. She didn't hesitate at all. I hesitated. This class had no two way mirror or window to peak in. I had no clue what happened. When the class was done, the teacher came up to me and again talked for a split second saying "She started crying at the end" and just walked away from me. My daughter was no where in my sight. I found her in the back of a pack of toddlers with red eyes. No teacher holding her hand or comforting her. Needless to say, I was PO'd. We decided that this place was obviously not appropriate for my baby.
Later in the week, Amanda and I found a second place. We took the girls. The teacher was friendly. There was a window to peak in, but of course Izzie was hesitant now. It's like the poor girl was traumatized from the first class.
So, maybe next year, but for now she has a pair of tap shoes and a few dance leotards to play in :)
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