Upon moving down, I learned it really was a whole different world. I can honestly say however, I never thought about what it'd be like to raise kids below the Mason Dixon line.
Sweet tea and hot summer days turned into impromptu trips to the beach and nights filled with chasing fireflies.
Quickly, we learned about shagging, (Toooootally different meaning...trust me...you have to look it up) ginormo hair bows, smocked dresses, seersucker, bowties and yes, Cotillion.
What is Cotillion you might ask? I had no idea either - and when I found out - I couldn't believe anything like it actually still existed, but it does and it's beyond imagination.
Boys and girls around the age of 10, can begin what's called, "Junior Cotillion". Classes are given on manners, etiquette, social skills...and to every boy's demise...formal dancing.
You can imagine the horror when we signed Christian and Ethan up last year. One of my favorite Carolina Moms ever convinced me to put them in the class, stating it was one of her favorite memories from childhood. Ever.
The boys have completed the courses. Begrudgingly, they've endured class after class, dance lesson after table manners session, only to have it all come down to this...the ball.
Yes, I'm not even kidding, there's an actual grand ball. I don't know whether to die or actually love the whole dog and pony show of it all, but regardless, it's this weekend.
Christian and Ethan have been fitted for tuxedos...
Even though they'd never admit it to any. living. human. being. for their entire lives, I think the boys might actually be a tiny bit excited about it. More excited that Cotillion is almost over, granted, but excited, nonetheless.
Yes, from being a northern girl, to having southern boys...I sure can't wait to see how it all turns out.