in june 2010, our lives got turned upside down in the best possible way: the birth of our awesome kiddo, john. in october 2013, brother charlie charged into our life to change the status quo again. and june 2016 brought us brother ben to round out our trio.

i'm proud to have "mom" at the top of the list of titles on my resume, but i'm also still a hard-working professional. how does a working mom juggle work and family? ride along with me and see if i can figure it out!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

a tutu on myself

i think the guitars particularly offset the
fuchsia of his tutu, don't you?
last night, my husband was taking a yoga class (go hubby - yoga is awesome!) so john and i were home on our own. we were taking it easy, watching an episode of sesame street and snuggling on the couch.

this particular episode of sesame street is entitled "dancing day." in the first bit, someone waves abby cadabby's magic wand and suddenly the whole cast of sesame street is dancing around in tutus. it's pretty entertaining, actually.

john looked at me and said, "mommy, i not have a tutu on myself!"

i grinned at his two-year-old phraseology. "you're right, baby," i said, "you don't have a tutu on yourself."

"i want a tutu on myself!" he said enthusiastically.

i wracked my mama brain. surely there was SOMETHING in the house i could jury-rig as a tutu. and then a stroke of brilliance - i, in fact, had a bright pink tutu from my mardi gras costume last year! so i dug it out (it was, remarkably, in the first place i looked) and put it on john. who proceeded to dance gleefully about the house. he did leaps, turns, and plies. he actually did a passable impression of ballet dancing - for a two year old, at least.

then he looked at me and said, "i want buddy to have a tutu."

commence further brain wracking. what could i use as a tutu for a dog? hmmm ... wait. don't i have ANOTHER tutu, from a halloween costume? sure 'nuff - and again, it was in the first place i looked.

so ... buddy got a tutu on himself, too.

just a boy and his tutu-ed dog ...
"wait, john, you're not dancing without me, are you?"
it was actually an amazingly fun evening. we danced our fool butts off. we held hands and danced, and buddy weaved his way in between us. we giggled and fell down and buddy licked us and we got up and danced some more. when daddy came home, john insisted that daddy hold hands and dance in a circle some more, so we commenced a family dance the likes of which have never been seen.

it was awesome.

i leave you with a small bit of video evidence:

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