This past semester the kids have been going to dance classes. It is mostly fun and games in the form of dancing. Ava was the one who has since last year been insisting on that she wanted to go, so when time came around to signing up, we signed up Ava to the 4-6yo group and Linus to the 2-4 yo group. Ava and Linus cousins, Irma and Helge, also signed up to the same classes. In Linus class a parent accompanied the kids, so Linus has being dancing with David this semester. They have been jumping and skipping and spinning and walking on all fours together with Helge and my sister Maja, and Linus and Helge loved it! The girls class there were no parents allowed, except for those kids who really needed it… like Ava. Ava freaked out the first lesson when she was left alone, and wouldn’t dance at all. For the next 7/8 weeks I had to sit in the class with her. The first 6 weeks she refused to dance at all, she just wanted to watch. Then when we got home she knew all the songs and dances and did them at home, loved it and showed anyone who would listen. Then the next week she still refused to join in. Week 7 she decided it was time to dance, and dance she did… on the side, next to me in a corner of the room. then Week 8 –10 she finally decided to join the other kids on the floor and the last week I didn’t have to be in there with her at all. It took some time, but she warmed up to it. And then when the final show came around she was the one in the front, the one laughing the loudest, dancing the craziest and sparkling the most. We were very proud of her, and she was very proud herself, we could tell.