On Saturday, Cally had her first baby ballet class. She's been asking me if she could start for ages. I promised her that once she was potty trained, we'd put her in.
She'll soon be joined by her little friend Laurene. She was a little clingy when I dropped her off because there were all new faces, but the teacher suggested I just leave. My noisy Cally tends to be quiet and shy in new situations (much to the disbelief of anyone who knows her). She was fine. She didn't even make a peep.
I peeked in through the door when I came to pick her up, and she was right into it with all her classmates. So sweet to see such tiny girls all dressed in pink ruffles and tulle.
After class, we had to take her in for her follow up flu shot in Causeway Bay. She was totally exhausted after class. She managed to tell me she did a spin and showed me her new curtsy before falling asleep in the cab. It turns out she had a slight temperature and was coming down with the cold that we've been dealing with in the days since Saturday.
No flu shot. No sweet ballerina. She's been a crabby sick two year old for the last three days. She doesn't do sick very well. Nor do we. Hope she's well soon before she gets the better of all of us.