Future Ballerinas

Now it’s anyone’s guess what part of the girls’ DNA contains a skill in dancing, but right now we are definitely on a I want to be a ballerina life train. With that in mind, we’ve been eyeing dance classes around town, trying to figure out where to go amidst the current COVID chaos and finally landed on a three-year-old ballet and jazz dancing class by our house that occurs once a week.

To no one’s surprise, I already purchased matching pink, purple and teal sequin leotards off Amazon that fit just right, with a plan to purchase ballet slippers and tap shoes once we went to class (super cute ones here!). The girls begged for ballet slippers for a couple of weeks and randomly start dancing around the house or demanded for the fancy tutus so they can embody said ballerinas. Apparently crowns are an important part of the outfit too, according to them.

Class the first week went well overall, with one of the three teachers noting afterwards they did great for their first hour long class, especially with three of them to distract one another. The shy newbies resisted venturing into the gym full of fun, gymnastic equipment for about five minutes and then curiosity won the fight. In no time all three were climbing on the bars, swinging on the rings and walking across the balance beam excitedly.

After a few minutes of open gym time, all the little dancers gathered on the hardwood floor, with teachers showing them dance moves and other fun coordinated steps, moving with hoola hoops, running to music and using bean bags to assist the effort.

Overall I’d say Reagan participated the very most the first week, only coming over to me once and going right back when I told her she’d get a treat for staying with the group. Emerie rejected her glasses immediately, which we didn’t push, and definitely enjoyed the free time more than the structured. Harper was a bit in the middle, enjoying some of the dance moves and swinging on the bars. There is much anticipation regarding tap shoes, since we didn’t have them yet and she really wanted to march with the other glittery tots.


Week two was much improved. After a cold, a windy park visit and three very grumpy, continually bickering toddlers for the morning, everyone joined in on their second dance class without any adult intervention…for an entire hour! We tried to stay out of sight and keep them from that distraction and it worked quite well. A few times over the hour one would wander off and sit on the fun padding along the wall or hang from the bars, sometimes convincing a sister to join; after some convincing by a teacher, they all rejoined on their own!

The tap portion of the class was definitely a huge hit, especially with the little, black tap shoes! Lots of big smiles and running across the dance floor resulted in much happy discussion on the way home.

The ballet shoes were finally ready for purchase at the start of the third week of class (since it’s very hard to get three pairs in the same size from a small, family business and they ordered more for us!). The girls all sat quietly while one of the kind employees helped me put them on. This week I hauled everyone solo- it started off fine; fine as I’m no one ran off from the car or threw a fit in the waiting room, and proceeded to go downhill from there.

The end of the third dance class….

It went as out as smooth as I expected on the first week. All three rotated running off to the mats, not listening and needing to come sit in the waiting room to calm down, and then back to running off and climbing on mats they weren’t supposed to. The teachers were very patient chasing them (one, then two, then three). If I only had one kid to get complaint, making them sit in the sidelines and watch is doable because I can keep them still. Trying to keep three kids? Not so doable. Sorry of my life. If every week goes like this one, dance class will be very short-lived memory in their lives.

I’ll end on a sweeter note, that the girls claim they LOVE dance class and ask when they get to go throughout the week. They love their dance leotards and tap shoes and seem to really enjoy the balance beam. If we can get them to listen better, I’m sure more and more dance moves will emerge in our living room as we move into more indoor activities for the winter.

Color Crisis

At birth we randomly chose colors for each baby, knowing this would assist us on telling them apart at a quick glance and until their features created more individualized kiddos. Harper’s color was pink. Emerie’s color was purple. Reagan’s color was teal. None of this is news to you. Here’s an adorable photo of them back in the day, rocking some massive headband bows in their colors. I couldn’t help it…they are so tiny and cute.

Over the past two years, the color coordinating has morphed into Harper all things pink and occasionally red, Emerie all things purple or sometimes yellow when I can’t find it in purple, and Reagan all things teal or a shade of green or blue.

Harper still loves all things pink; she is certainly the girly girl of the group. Her clothes are pink just like her stuffed animals, her winter gear, and her blankets. Emerie also loves her purple, especially her purple Cabbage Patch doll Sadi, and her purple/teal monkey. She also demands purple underwear most of the time, which requires laundry to be put away more often because we don’t have that many purple pairs. So obviously Reagan loves her teal, clothes and animals and all…right?

Color swap and NOT Emerie’s idea.

Wrong.

It is very clear that Reagan’s favorite color is purple. She wants the purple coat, the purple hat, the purple crayon, all of Emerie’s purple stuffed animals. She disagrees with a pink pillowcase in her bed, even if it’s been there before and she didn’t notice. Now it’s Harper’s, NOT hers. She often throws a fit at having to wear her own color if someone else’s (Emerie’s) article of clothing is unclaimed on the hanger, and has been opting for her choice of purple pajamas each night, especially the ones with owls.

But she won’t let you forget…even if she wants (or obtains) something purple, you better believe if Emerie or Harper wears her teal/blue/green, she has an opinion about it! She will let it slide if it means she can wear purple, but if Harper were to take the blue coat? Oh man, bring it on. Sounds like a toddler, right?

Reagan rocking some purple owl pjs and boots

Let me be clear on one thing here: we can, in fact, tell them apart. It’s much easier than it was a year ago or even when I look back and infant photos and can’t tell, but I don’t have a good reason for the change. Harper and Reagan look just different to me, I can just tell it in their eyes, their smiles, most definitely in attitude and the way they compose themselves. But I also understand that not everyone sees them all the time…annnnd they do look incredibly alike. I get it! So sticking to color coordinating is still helpful for others awhile giving them a little bit of individuality, by not dressing everyone in the same thing everyday.

I suppose we have ourselves to blame for this predicament, although I’m not sure how we will get out of it. Very likely, the upcoming Christmas gifts and third birthday will have more pink purple PURPLE things than pink purple teal, and hopefully we can continue to allow her individuality to show without stepping on her sister’s toes. And who knows, maybe we will just dress all of them in purple going forward. That would be exciting…right? Daycare might not forgive us for that!

All I can say is…exciting happenings from our exciting #tripletlife!