As with the last post, we have Kristen, our babysitter to thank for this one. It's by far the best footage of Calvin's dancing that's been captured so far. We've watched it over and over. Calvin, too. He lights up and dances when he sees himself dancing. I don't think if I ever have the misfortune to see a video of myself dancing that my reaction will be the same.
We're plowing through some long days of winter, and it's been made more challenging by holidays and "snow days" when Audrey has no school and the roads are too hard (for me, super-chicken of the motorways) to navigate. Each day I start with a full pot of coffee and a new lease on life, and parenting. I power through, coming up with creative ways to kill--- spend! I meant to say spend!-- time with my children. And I'm pretty good at it, honestly; I've got to give myself credit. I don't spend all day yelling. We color and read and cook and play games and dance, lots of great stuff. But after so many days in a small house, you do scrape the bottom. You find yourself saying, as I did, "Uh, Simon Says... lie down under that blanket and close your eyes." And then you wait for that small voice to say, "Mommy? How long do I have to lie here?"
But then it's another day, and another pot of that good, good Kona that Scott always brings back from Hawaii. Brew, sip, consider: these are fleeting days. And just look at the pure joy of their dancing.
Here's a sampling of Calvin's new words:
Ba-Ba (bottle or sippy cup)
CAH-bin (himself? we think?)
Yeah-Yeah! Yeah-Yeah! Yeah-Yeah! (well, if you insist...)