My 8 month old is learning more and more every day how to use her body-- her legs are getting strong and so is her will.
I came into the living room yesterday and she was standing, holding on to a tub of Christmas decorations-- overwhelmed with jubilation and pride-- grinning, laughing, able to see tall and high across the room-- her mind dancing around, soaking in the new perspective; her strong stout little core straight as a post.
Later in the day, I went to put her down for a nap, and peaked into the room 5 minutes later, only to find her like this:
That strong little body is now going to enable her protest of sleep. The mind and body of a soon to be toddler-- I'm not sure I'm prepared quite yet to take this on.

I've always enjoyed ballet, but I've never truly understood its full appeal until recently. It's one of those mind-body marriages; storytelling and physical movement; costume, color, twirls, and music.
We watched V in her rehearsal yesterday for her mid-year show. In a modest room in the community center, with a mop and broom in the corner, these spunky little dancers brought sparks and life to the rainy evening.
There's no real ending to this post. I just wanted to take a moment and reflect on the past day's happenings. So much growth is happening around us as this year comes to an end, and I feel lucky to witness it every day in these two little elves of mine.
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