Skip to main content

everybody dance now

 before we can dance, we need to snuggle.
and drink lots of milk.
it's good for the bones.
john has recently developed a favorite song, and it's a doozie: everybody dance now.

it's not uncommon for him to walk up to his daddy and i and say, "everybody dance!" (and, as i realized the first time this happened, he does not mean that we should all join hands and dance together.) at that prompt, there are two appropriate actions as a parent:
  1. whip out the iphone and youtube "everybody dance now" so the kid can listen
  2. if #1 is not available, simple start singing. and dancing, of course.
fortunately for us, either one elicits grins and giggles.

several evenings lately, john and i have ridden home in the car with that song on repeat on my phone. every time it ends, i hear a sweet little voice say, "everybody dance? again?"

but the best came in the grocery story aisle. we were just running in for a single item or two, so i didn't get a cart - john just walked along with me. i could tell he was feeling like a big boy. and he was listening so well, and being so well behaved. (and of course, making friends with everyone in sight.)

so when we were in the canned vegetable aisle searching for black beans, and john turned his angelic blue eyes up at me, and said, "everybody dance?" i did what any self-respecting mother would do.

i sang everybody dance now and danced in the aisle with my two-year-old. and he was delighted. and i was delighted. and we got a funny look or two ... but mostly other people were delighted too. 

the powers of a grinning two year old are myriad.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

pull up your big boy undies

"what time is it? mommy? what oclock?" john's teacher told me something amazing today. "you should bring me some big boy undies," she said, "i haven't changed john in weeks." it seems that at school, since they check in with him periodically to see if he has to potty, and since his very smart teacher has noticed his (very regular) bowel movement schedule, john is potty trained. at 9am at 2pm, she plops him on the toilet. he might sit for 20 minutes, reading a book. when she checks on him, he says, "i just poo-pooin', miss meka." and when he's done, he's good and done. we're not quite that far along at home, but tonight we go shopping for big boy undies. and i'm sure we'll have a few accidents, but that's just a part of the process ... and soon my little boo will be in big boy undies full time. and ... it's a great time for him to be out of diapers. because good lord willing and the creek ...
Post a Comment
Read more

this is 38

this is 38. grocery store sushi and cake, 8pm, alone. and for a minute, i let it feel every bit that sad and blue. because honestly, sometimes things feel sad and blue. and one thing i am learning is that i can't deny that sad and blue. i gotta sit with it, feel it, cry a tear or three in my mediocre cake, and just be. this is 38. i am not 100% sure what i expected, but i had high hopes of a lovely birthday evening with my fellas, and instead i picked up the three crankiest angriest bullyingest boys in the universe when i went to the daycare. they were mean to each other and didn't want anything to do with anything i had to say. and instead of enjoying hanging out, we argued and fought and they went to bed unhappy and i sat down for my un-exciting birthday dinner, alone. but another thing i am learning is that routine is my friend. so i started my evening routine, finding my rhythm. a few minutes of sweeping and cleaning. a few minutes of prep for tomorrow, lunch...
Post a Comment
Read more

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!
5 comments
Read more