This morning was our last Wiggleworms class ever. Wiggleworms is a kids music class offered by the Old Town School of Folk Music at the HPNC near our house. Lily has been going to this since she was nine months old, and Thomas has been going since he was 5 days old. Miss Shanta has taught Lily to sing, skip, hop, dance, play the mbira, and to sit still and listen to music. She has seen Thomas go from a sleeping through class newborn to a wide-eyed baby wiggling on the floor and playing with the shakers. It was more emotional for me than I expected. I was actually a bit teary at the end. As we're getting ready to move there will be lots of 'lasts', lots of things I will be very sorry to say goodbye to and they're all making me realize how fast my babies are growing up.
We all know Lily is a girly girl. She loves all things frilly, flouncy, and purple. She is also obsessed with wearing slippers, as in Cinderella slippers. Basically, these are fancy little girl shoes. Unfortunately, those kinds of shoes just don't hold up to running in the park, hiking, or walking around the zoo all day. So I bought her a pair of big girl New Balance gym shoes. I think brand name shoes are ridiculous for little kids because they fit for three weeks and cost a fortune. But my experience with cheaper ones is that they just fall apart. So I got these a half size to big, and I'm hoping they last through the summer. They're super comfortable, really well made, and of course extra girly. Lily calls them her beautiful shoes.
And finally, this is probably the cutest thing you will hear all week. Lily frequently sings You Are My Sunshine to Thomas when he is crying to help him calm down. And he almost always does. I've been dying to get a recording of it, but she has been camera shy and Thomas is usually crying in the background. Today I asked her to sing but kept the phone on the table so she didn't know she was being recorded. I love it so much.
Oh Elizabeth, it's all so wonderful. Thank you for sharing. Lovely to hear her singing.
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