Ballerina, you must have seen her, dancing in the sand.

Eden is our tiny dancer.

When it comes time to go to lacrosse, she pitches a fit.  She cries, says she doesn’t want to do it.  For swim practice, she gets bellyaches the night before.  She locks herself in the bathroom at the pool.  Just mention the sliding board, and she goes nuts.

But play a little music, and she is right on queue.  We got her an MP3 player for her birthday, she listens to it and dances.  We watch the credits for most movies so that she can dance to the music.  She even jumps off the couch and starts dancing to some commercials.  She loves Michael Jackson.  So, when we went to Jane’s wedding this past weekend, she was the life of the party.  She was all over the dance floor.  She didn’t even dance with her dad too much, she was dancing with Erin and Uncle Bobby (cuz they actually know how to dance).

She didn’t follow in Elizabeth’s footsteps and play soccer last year.  Instead she chose to do more tap and ballet.  She wants to do more dance again this year.  In this case, I think we need to feed the monkey.  She’s got talent, she’s got sass, and she knows exactly what to do with her body when the music plays.  Boy, am I in trouble when she hits high school, or even middle school.

Who am I kidding, she has a crush on her swim instructor, Brooks.  She blushes when we say his name.