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Miriam had her first Liberty Girl Club meeting today followed by her first dance class of the new year. She loved both. LOVED both. At Liberty Girls they painted memory boxes, learned Spanish words, tried out some Mexican food, and learned how to create stipple art. She loved it all. I asked her if she talked to anyone and in response I got her classic, beautiful, "quick smile." Then she said, "I was too shy." I can believe that. I replied, "Next time maybe you'll talk to someone." Again, the great "quick smile." She was hoping Liberty Girls was every day. That's how much she liked it--despite being "too shy" to talk to anyone.

And for those of you who don't know Miriam well--she really is super shy at times. She reminds me a lot of her dad. She's not very chatty and she's very comfortable playing alone. If a lot of people are paying attention to her at the same time she tends to freeze up. Cowen, on the other hand, is the world's biggest chatterbox. He. never. stops. talking. And he can't handle being alone. It freaks him out. Extroverted--that's my Cowen.

Dance went well, too. Which is good. I think she needs it. This year her class is 75 minutes and has three segments: ballet, tap, and jazz. I am not so keen on the jazz thing, but Miriam loved it. She declared that the jazz music was "the most perfect music." Okay. I'm just glad you're spending some time away from me with a strong authority figure.

Good day--Miriam had fun and the other kids got to play at the park in this lovely weather. Now I'm off to bed. WHY don't I ever make it to bed by 9:30?? Really, I throw up less if I go to bed at a reasonable hour. Why isn't that enough motivation??

Okay, I know why. Timothy is still at class and I find it almost impossible to get in an empty bed. Sigh. Must get over that. We still have several years of school ahead of us.

PS When Timothy and I first got married he would cuddle with me for awhile then physically shove me to my side of the bed. No kidding. The man had some SERIOUS personal space issues. I've never required personal space. Now, 8 years later, Timothy accepts (possibly even welcomes???) that I sleep snuggled as close to him as possible. He doesn't even try to push me away, or gently shift me when he thinks I'm asleep. I cured him. Heartwarming, isn't it. (No, Kami--you are not allowed to comment. Or any other crazy introverts with personal space issues.)