Shop, and dance, 'til you drop

We're starting to get geared up for the new apartment. Ili and I went window shopping this morning —nothing we could afford of course, but all good for ideas. Ili was crawling across the swanky display furniture in her shoes trying everything out for size, luckily nobody noticed her or we'd have been slung sharply out the door. The extra curriculum classes started this week, and Ili's friend Miya wanted to join a dance class (or at least twirl around in a tutu if truth be told), so I suggested Malika (our ballet dancing neighbour and James's mother who runs a range of music and movement classes—Bea took them last year). It just so happens Malika's starting a group for the younger, pre-Kindergarten kiddies so we all gave it a trial today. Ili was absolutely great, and got stuck in jumping all over the place, waving scarves and dancing to the bongos. Miya was unfortunately rooted to the spot. Bea came along and was great support for Ili, and he stayed for the group afterward with James. It's all in Swiss German so good for her language.