But I want PINK dancing shoes Mummy.......

I forgot to mention the other day that BB went to his first dancing lesson at the weekend. I have been determined to get him started for a while now - so was pleased when we finally turned up to the local Dancing School on saturday morning all excited about his new venture. However, I must admit that even I had some apprehension when we were sat in the changing room waiting for the class to start surrounded by a sea of pink! He was the only boy in the class, which was made up of the most adorable little collection of stereotypical 'little girl does ballet' types that you've ever seen. net skirts included. I even asked a friend out loud 'if it was a bit gay for BB to join in?' but she quickly poo-pooed my growing doubt that I'd done the right thing.
He hung back until his little friend Izzy stomped her way through the door - then he gleefully followed after. We waited until the music started to confirm that no bawling children would re-appear before sneaking off to do some shopping and catch up over a cuppa!

I have to emphasise that this is NOT a ballet class which he is attending (although they do do some of that too) but everything is covered from Tap to Highland and poise and posture. Basically to a 3 year old I think it means you get to run around on your tippytoes to music for an hour!!! He loved it and was full of babble about his dancing school and the dancing teacher all the way home.

Because it was his first time - he went in his socks, so today we went to get some proper dancing shoes (black pumps - I'll wait and see if he's still interested in a few weeks before buying tap shoes!) He was all psyched up about getting his new dancing shoes, but after about the 20th time of repeating it in the car I could have sworn that he'd added an extra word to the phrase 'we're going to get my new dancing shoes Mummy' on most occassions the addition of extra words would be overlooked - if in fact even registered - but on this occassion the word in question was PINK!
Yup you heard me right (as did I him) he started telling me we were 'going to get his new PINK dancing shoes'! (His Dad's gonna shoot me.....)
I quickly told him that girls wear pink dancing shoes and boys wear black ones. That was it - the world was going to end.......BUT I WANT PINK DANCING SHOES MUMMY!!!!!
(on repeat with loud wails.)
Oh - god how do I deal with this one???? I told him that the shop might not have any pink boys shoes left, but we'd wait and see what they had when we got there - it stalled him briefly!
Luckily I managed to inform the lady quickly in code about them only stocking black boys shoes and her response (along with the very clever distraction of lots of toys to play with in the shop) seemed to appease him. I don't think he even paid attention whilst she tried them on his feet! Phew.

On leaving the shop we crossed the road to visit what was now our 5th pharmacy of the day, because believe it or not after all that trauma BB probably won't even be able to attend his class on saturday. He has once again developed conjunctivitus. It was tough to register the very obviously mounds of green gloop which were present in the corners of his eyes when I picked him up from nursery today. The teacher informed me that, if it was indeed the aforementioned, he had to be clear for 24hrs before he could go back. After what we went through last year with him I set myself on a mission to get something to treat it and nip it in the bud before it got worse. Here's where the drawbacks of staying in the sticks near a small village come in. I didn't realise that both the Doctors surgery and the local Pharmacist were closed on Thursday afternoons! Handy huh? (Only discovered once we'd driven through!) so we went to the local town only to discover that apparently eye ointment is in short supply (they do have drops but they weren't suitable for BB) and they'd been informed they wouldn't get any more until February!!! We then went to Boots - now surely......NOPE!
So it was off to the next town which is substantially bigger (and also happens to be where the dance shoe shop is!) and tried a couple there. Success at last - in the third one I went into they had some. He's been great at letting me clean his eyes (about every 5 mins) and letting me put in the cream - as he really wants to go to nursery tomorrow (aparently they're getting the train track out). I'm all prepped for the devastation when he realises that he can't go. I have a feeling he won't be so receptive to treatment in the morning....



LL's skin however is much better. He's loving his nightly 'bath in the sink!'