This is one of the reasons I started this blog, so as not to forget so many things. And during my absence from the internet, I've forgotten quite a bit already. But here's one morning I really don't ever, EVER want to forget.
It was early enough that Sof and I were still in our PJs. We were having our daily dance party in the sunroom, when it began to evolve into something even better -- Sofia began teaching me how to dance.
She would position us in the mirror, begin a movement, and direct me -- "Do dis, Mama, do dis." I'd follow along until she began a different movement -- "Do dis, Mama, do dis." And was she ever impressive! Each move was entirely different and totally her own unique creation. And on a personal note, it was for some reason heartbreakingly sweet to hear her call me "Mama" instead of the usual "Mommy."
We spent the sweetest half an hour full of giggles and crazy dance moves. To be able to connect with my daughter in such a way is an amazing blessing, and one of those parenting rewards that makes up for days of tantrums. Not that, cough, Sof would EVER throw a tantrum or anything. Obviously. Cough.
Here's Sofia, Dance Teacher Extraordinaire:
Another dance party morning:
And here's Genius Child getting herself stuck in her stroller:
