So, there's been a little bead phenomenon going on around my house these last few weeks. Tonight, horror of horrors, I ran out of toggles and HAD to make a run to Michaels...you know how it is, those toggle emergencies? It's kind of like an adhesive emergency and we've all had those, right? :)
You're asking what does this have to do with dancing? Well, let me share...
I have an I-pod. I love my I-pod. McIntosh loves my I-pod. I am now his personal DJ. We rock out to all different kinds of stuff on the drive home from his school most afternoons. There's nothing better than that kid dancing like a mad man from the confines of his car seat...just love to see it in my rear-view mirror. :)
Well, tonight Sean was along for the ride. It all started with discussing Mac's different nicknames...he was going through them all. He told me his teacher calls him "Macster" or "Mac & Cheese"...cute, huh? I think I need to follow in her footsteps with the Macster idea. He said he likes Macerena as a nickname...so we had to listen to the "Macerena" all the while practicing the dance routine that accompanies it.
After that all hell broke loose. We went on to "Mambo #5" and by the time we stopped at the gas station it was on...we were dancing fools with music blasting...Sean was thrilled. "Boogie Shoes" was next (thanks again t) and our grand finale, as we pulled in our driveway, was Gwen Stephani's "Rich Girl". The neighbors must have thought we were nuts if they happened to peek out their windows to see what all the noise was, they'd have seen the three of us all around the driveway in the conga line Mac insisted on. We got down with our bad selves. We were brick houses...mighty, mighty letting it all hang out. It was major good times. :)
..."if I were a rich girl, na na na na..."
You know what, I am a rich girl...I've just got the best little family.
