Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Not So Wordless Wednesday: Put on Your Dancin' Shoes
I come from dancin' family. Did I ever tell you that? My mom performed on Broadway, my sisters are both incredibly talented dancers, and actually, my grandparents could really cut a rug. I'd like to think it's in my blood and that my boys will be the recipients of good coordination and rhythm. Cody is already very promising in this department, and the baby spontaneosly begins to move his body and clap his hands when music is playing, so I think he's well on his way too. (And...Jerry's pretty coordinated, so it must be in their blood as well!) I used to do a lot of dancing....all kinds for that matter... but in high school I began to pursue music and my dancing shoes got put away. There are many times I really, really miss it and think I should go take a couple classes at a local studio, but the thing is, I'm really picky about where I'll go, and I'd need time to do my homework and find a good place to study.
But let's move on. That's a different post for a different day. Now where was I?
Oh yes. I got a hot pink ipod for Mother's Day. And I LOVE IT. But I quickly realized that it was senseless to listen to it with a couple of young children present, because I happen to be a little deaf as it is, and I REALLY can't hear what's going on in the house with those wonderful little earbuds in my ears. And I tend to, um...check out, so to speak. Anyhoo...we recently purchased a wonderful little doo-dad that plays the ipod through actual speakers, and it has become essential for all of us. We play music when we cook, when we clean, when we do dishes, or just 'cuz. And we dance (and of course, sing). We dance at the sink, at the stove, and with each other. I know, if you peered into our windows at any given moment, you may think us strange. That's alright. I'm really fine with that!
So back to the not-so-wordless-very-wordy-Wednesday picture. This is Caden and I, a snapshot taken by daddy while dancing to my newest fave, Mr. Michael Buble. Oh my, that man can sing.
I make it a habit of dancing with my boys...starting when they're really little by carrying them and then holding their hands and teaching them a step or two as they grow. Caden loves to be twirled and dipped, and he really seems to enjoy it. Maybe I do it in hopes that they'll make their future wives swoon someday with their groovin' moves. I mean, come on now. Who doesn't love a man that can dance?
So, here we are, dancing together. It looks like an embrace, but trust me, we were DANCIN'. Just look at that face!
Happy 4th, everyone!