Two words for you today: Head Cold.
ugh. My head feels like it weighs 100 pounds and is inflated like a cement balloon. Compounding that is the fact that I can not sleep when I can not breathe.
Other than that I am having a terrific morning, I was just witness to some of the funkiest and cutest dancing this side of the circus.
My Monkey Boy's favourite song of the moment is 'Kung Fu Fighting'. And by favourite, I mean he hits repeat on the iPod and it blasts out of the stereo for an hour at a time as he dances. And by dancing I mean he does some insane combo of frantic hip hop/break-dancing and kicking. He doesn't like to kick nothing though. He much prefers to gently kick the leg of whomever in the room is taller than he. Repeatedly. While making loud, guttural, "hah's."
Girly joins him in the dancing, singing and kicking. She is somewhat less gentle.
Dancing has been our main activity in the last week, finding old songs on the iPod that we haven't heard in years (Will Smith anyone?), blasting the stereo and crazy dancing around the living room. What a blast! I had almost forgotten how much fun it was to act like a fool in your own living room with only your children as witnesses. Unfortunately my preschoolers are much better dancers than I, but they don't judge me for it. They let me be as crazy old womanish as I like and they kindly hang out with me and let me feel like part of the gang.