Ballerina
Clementine started dance lessons *and* swim lessons this week. Three is a glorious age, when you can start all these things. She is hesitant at both lessons, she wants to stand back and watch, and she just can't. However when push comes to shove (or when her mother gets kicked out of the dance class), she does just fine.
I am trying hard to keep people from calling her 'shy'. Of course there's no reason anyone would think twice about it, but I am more and more aware of how the stories we tell about them affect children. If everyone calls her shy, she is certain to oblige. If we call her a good sleeper, she might oblige there as well. Of course there are limits, but I am trying to focus the words I use to describe her and her actions: generous, kind, loving, gracious, cautious, polite, cooperative, independent, persistent, clever, a good problem-solver, a good big sister.
We have our new (old) nanny back. Since she's in school, our nanny hours have shifted and thrown me completely off. I can't get anything done somehow, no cooking, always late, can't go running, house a mess. I have carefully put together a schedule and really trying to do the whole housewife thing while still working. Of course Ryan does his share too. And yet we simply cannot get it together. I don't know how parents of 2 very young kids with 2 full-time jobs and no help do it -- even this feels simply impossible. Come to think of it, I don't know any parents of 2 very young kids with 2 full-time jobs and no help. Hrm.


