Dance Party

This morning the kids and I cleaned for ten minutes, 

then played "fighting" for five minutes.

We pretended to shoot bullets out of guns and arrows out of a bow.

Henry chose that game.

We all had a fun-filled five minutes.

We cleaned for another ten minutes,

then had another five minutes of play.

Maggie chose "ring around the rosies" and then we had a dance party.

I'm learning that dance parties with young children is as good as it gets.

I can dance the way I do (i.e. crazily and awfully)

with no weird looks and no embarrassment.

My children think it's awesome that we're playing together and being silly.

It's the kind of moment where I want to freeze time.

My kids are smiling and having fun

and I am, too.

I tried to capture the moment with a picture,

but it didn't work out too well.

After our dance party, we got ready for the day.

Well, the kids got ready. I stayed unshowered, unmakeuped.

We went to a friend's house to play,

 came home and watched a movie,

fought over not watching another movie,

picked up a friend from school,

ate dinner,

had family night,

and sent the kids to bed.