As a nanny, the 5 o'clock dance hour is something I strongly enforce. People with little children, or those who care for them, know this is a tough hour. They call it the witching hour because children tend to be a little stir-crazy at this time and can drive you, well, straight up b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
So, I came up with the dance hour. (Typically the children have no pants on at this time. Is that weird? Re-reading it, yes, I think maybe it is weird. Let me explain. We're typically just post-nap and the jeans haven't been put back on quite yet, but yes - there are diapers and/or undies on, thank you very much.) Tonight, I was watching all three of my nephews and I decided to put on a little dance for them. (Hmmm... this post just gets weirder and weirder.)
You see, I told my boyfriend, Jenner, a few months ago that my dance class performed a dance to C+C Music Factory's "Gonna Make You Sweat" in the 8th grade and I was, ahem, placed front and center. It's one of my little claims to fame, especially considering my wobbly ankles and all around lack of balance. (I also do a mean number to Prince's "Batdance.") Anyway, my boyfriend has asked me to show him this dance on multiple occasions and I keep stalling. "I need to practice a little more first, mister." Well, over the weekend, my lovely friend Tesia reminded me of the night in Namibia that I very drunkenly performed this for everyone. In her words, "You owned it that night." (Thank you, Tesia. I love you.) You know what? She's right. Take a look for yourself...
Here is a little picture of me performing that night - almost 10 years ago.
The memory made me realize this dance needs to be resurrected. So, I downloaded the song from iTunes and have been practicing. Well, I practiced twice... in front of my nephews. (I should add that I can only remember about 20 seconds of the dance. So, combined, I've practiced for 40 seconds now.) Tonight, during our evening dance hour, I said, "Everyone who wants to see Auntie dance, sit down." The two older boys sat in excited anticipation and the toddler stared at me blankly. Let me tell you, and let me tell Tesia, I owned it. I think the boys are still giggling. They then went through the house screaming different variations of "Everybody Dance Now." (Flynn, who is going through a booty phase, decided to scream, "Everybody Bum Bum.")
Then we changed the music to a household favorite, Madonna, and just got down. Here are a few pics. I hope they inspire you to start your own nightly dance hour. (Oh, and Jenner, I'll be there in 8 days and I'll have my dancing shoes on. Get ready.)