After years of gently pointing Quincy the direction of other sports (gymnastics, soccer, softball), we have given in and let her begin her dancing career. I don't know why I bothered with the other stuff. She had fun doing other sports, but would finish the season and never want to do it again. You can tell she's very excited to be in dance. It's a ballet/tap/jazz combo class. We'll see if this sticks. When she concentrates she sticks her tongue out, which she'll have to work on if she wants to be a "real" ballerina...which is what she's going to be when she grows up now.
Her brothers have a hard time letting her be the center of attention, as noted below:
A funny thing happened this week; Cole got into my red nail polish and painted the fingers on his left hand (and a few on the right). While he was taking a nap, D & Q snuck in and took these pictures. I thought this was hilarious. They also took a picture of their dad's underwear in the drawer. I did not think that was hilarious.
Cole & Chase couldn't wait till we got home from picking D & Q up from school. A tired boy can only hold out so long! 
