My Love of Dance

I can't dance. I try. I just did not get the incredibly awesome talent of being able to move my body in such a way as you could call grace. Not a chance. I so wish I could. I would do it every day and never complain. My body would complain because I am no longer a spring chicken, but hey, if you could look like this everyday of your life...who would complain?

Last night my cousin took my sister and I to the Broadway show, Burn the Floor. It was awesome! There were a ton of dances that were my "favorite!" I just couldn't decide. Was it the seductive Salsa number or the moving Contemporary piece? Was it the Waltz or the Swing? Too many decisions! All I know is that I wish with every fiber of my being that I could look like and move like a dancer! Who am I kidding though, I am almost 32 years old. It's not gonna happen now! Doesn't this just look like me though????


You know that's me. I got the blonde hair and the handsome man by my side, right? All that's missing are the intense muscles and awesome long legs and firm hard stomach. Okay, I am dreaming again. Stop me!

Oh well, since I am not out of the question all I can do is train up the future dancers/gymnasts of the world. Maybe one day these sweet little girls that I teach can look like the dancers and gymnasts that I so desire to look like:) Work hard girls. I know you're only 5 but work work work because one day you can make some serious money doing what you love!

Brotherly Love

I walked into Owen's room this morning and this is what I found. Will had gotten out of his bed, heard his brother, and climbed in his bed to be closer to him. He loves to snuggle with Owen. I think it is priceless. Owen doesn't mind much:) I assumed he just scooted over and let brother climb in and take over his space! Will loves to give kisses and snuggle in the morning. See below:


On another note..I left the room for two seconds to go get Will's clothes for him to change into. I told him before I left to get undressed so I could dress him. Okay, no problem. I guess he took it upon himself to get brother undressed too. This is how I found them when I walked back in. No lie! Oh, the laughs:)

I had already taken Owen's shirt off but I guess Will decided he could help me with the rest! I had to inform him that at NO TIME should brother's diaper be off because he is not potty trained. Of course, I got the answer Will gives me everytime...."why?" Then the explanation had to be started of how Will knows when to use the potty and Owen doesn't. This only to be followed by a little boy (who shall remain nameless) peeing all over his green pillow. Laundry is now calling my name before nap time. Oh, the life of a stay at home mom. Wouldn't trade it for the world!