Something happens every day (well, almost every day) that I wish I could capture. I could never record all of them on this blog, nor would it make sense to try since the whole idea is that I really can't capture them. Thinking about it kind of makes me want to make a list, as I look outside at the pinkish hue that reflects off everything at sunset. Anyway, I digress.
This year Eve seemed like she might really enjoy taking dance, although when I asked her she said, "I already learned to dance at the Daddy Daughter Dance (there goes another one)." I went ahead and signed her up, and she's ecstatic.
John said he didn't want to play soccer, although he loved it last year. I really feel like he needs to have something he's involved in to teach him activity, authority, and teamwork. I gave him a choice between soccer, football, gymnastics, and karate. He chose none of them, so I signed him up for soccer anyway, after realizing that his biggest hangup was not wanting to move up an age level.
The two things I wish I could have captured were the genuine excitement of 1. John when he found out his Daddy would be the coach (by the way, now he's thrilled to be playing soccer), and 2. Eve when I suggested we go, just the two of us, to Target tonight to buy her tights and leotard. Neither of them shreiked with glee or acted silly. They both had an almost coy excitement that was so genuine and fun, I loved it.
