The boy loves to dance. He bops his head to the radio, any songs on TV, and even commercials. For anyone who sees him only when he's shy and sedate, here's proof that the kid can move.
In this next one he's starting to get tired, and he makes sure you know not to play with the buttons on the TV and that there's a big light attached to our ceiling. Just so you know.
Other favorite words are "baby," "uh-oh," "no no," and "bah-pu," which means light or clock or "hey, there's something over there!" Oh, and he said "keys" the other day.
"Yeah" is his favorite response to questions, though he will say no when he means no. A couple weeks ago the nursery leaders told James that Atty was the only one who would answer any of their questions, always with an enthusiastic "yeah!" Do you like coming to church? Yeah! Do you like nursery? Yeah!
I just love this boy.
Spring Fest, as this event was called, was a whole lot of fun. It was great to see all the other performers and costumes and funky accessories. I may have the most flab in my class, but I was certainly not the flabbiest dancer there. And one dancer looked like she was about to give birth. I was so proud of her for being there in all her pregnant glory. Because at some point, you just have to get over what you look like, or what you think you look like, right? Just get out and have fun and do what you want to do. That's why I started belly dancing, and that's why I'm going to continue.
I'm not saying I wasn't at all self-conscious, or that I wouldn't have liked to have been several inches smaller in several places. But it didn't keep me off the stage, and it didn't keep me from having fun and shimmying my booty off.
If any of you Salt Lakers want to join me for the next performance, come take classes from my fantastic teachers at Hathor Dance. (Don't let their dramatic photos put you off--they're all totally friendly and good to work with.) 