Who taught this kid to break dance?

I had a whole downer post plotted out in my head about how I need to set boundaries in my life and learn to say ‘no’ more often. Blah, blah, blah, whine, whine, whine.

And then bedtime hit.

We made it through bath with only one minor scream fest and hunkered down for our 30 minutes of “it’s time to chill out and try not to eat each other time” in “the big bed”.  Our kids get in their jammies and pile into our bed for some quiet time.  Usually we end up watching a million Blippi videos, and tonight was no different.  (Blippi, we love you.  The dinosaur video is your best work.)

Then my son discovered the mirror.
Things quickly escalated into a scene from Step Up: Into the Streets.

His sweet little body unleashed every dance move under the sun.  He even busted out some break dancing move that apparently “takes a lot of practice.”  But don’t worry, if you keep trying, you too may master the the shoulder-to-the-floor-one-leg-kick-extravaganza.

Soon, it was a family dance party set to the bass line of Immy’s belly giggles.  She begged anyone who would catch her eye, “Want to watch me flip jump!?”  And flip-jump she did.  She’s an extreme dancer.

This is exactly what my week needed.  Some utterly goofy, silly, uncontrolled fun that brings life back into perspective.  I kept telling myself to let go of things that were stupid and to focus on the good, but my brain doesn’t always respond to rationalization.

What is does respond to is sweet dance moves.  Adorable, silly, proud dance moves.
Bring on tomorrow.
I’ll be dancing.