Wednesday mornings are dance days at our house. I’m feeling like a real winner that I have finally figured out the timing and flow to get to class on time. Finding that balance between getting everybody to go potty, ballet hair up, two back packs with dance shoes and water bottles, the girls dressed in tights and leotards (and not in bright colored panties that show through the nude tights), shoes on all three kids, and in the car before we are “pushing it a little too close” and I loose my patience and tend to bark at my kids to get in the car. Whew.

Due to covid Levi and I can’t go in the dance studio and watch during class (and Levi would probably not love that either. He couldn’t go in the class with his sisters and it would probably be a lot like juggling to stay on a church pew). So Levi and I have mommy Levi dates outside. And I love and look forward to the one hour a week where it is just the two of us.

Our dance class date today included playing follow the leader walking back and forth on the low stone wall behind the dance studio (Levi always wanted to be the leader and I was happy to let him have some time to get to be the boss), kicking the soccer ball around, reading some stories, and sitting by a big pile of leaves and tossing the leaves into the wind. Levi brings me so much joy.

We scheduled a play date with some new friends at the park and all was going well to get out the door, until I went to pack Levi’s things and I couldn’t find his pacifier anywhere. I swept our two bedroom apartment twice, no luck, and made a third loop back around, getting impatient and frustrated at this point. While scanning the house, I asked the kids, “Can you please help me find his Passey?” Ruby, who was playing on the keyboard in my room, paused, and then quickly resumed her made-up chords singing, “Does anyone know where Levi’s Passey is??” Not really helpful Rubes, but I saw the humor in it, even in the moment. And we finally left home with out the baby failsafe in tow. I found the culprit later, underneath my quilt of my made bed. Oyé.