I've woken up on Thanksgiving morning and rushed into the living room to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade almost every year of my life.
And of course there were parts I loved and parts where I got up and went to the bathroom or helped in the kitchen. When was my sister screaming at me from the couch "they're on!!!!!"?
You guessed it - when the Rockettes came into view.
I've loved them the first time I saw them. So symmetrical! And shiny! And pretty!
So when I found out that I had an opportunity, thanks to Caltrate and Centrum (BlogHer sponsors) to go to Radio City Music Hall and learn some routines from The Rockettes, I jumped at the chance.
And I am so glad I did. It was a blast! The two Rockettes who taught our class were as tall and lithe and gorgeous as you would expect. They were also incredibly nice.
But the real delight was that I was kicking my legs up alongside other fabulous ladies in time to music from the Christmas Spectacular. I felt like a superstar dancer even though I was in vibrams and yoga pants.
Also, you should know that I could totally be a Rockette. I'm tall enough (between 5'6" and 5'10") AND I can kick my leg up so that my toes are as high as the top of my eye. I learned that today. So, if I had learned some sense of dance or rhythm or ability to move my body in a way that doesn't look like a cross between Gumby and a robot, I would definitely be auditioning to become a Rockette.
This is my first time posting using my iPhone, so I hope it works out!
Life at the intersection of making with your hands and feeling with your heart
This kid can make even a diaper and boots look like the best outfit ever. 😍😍 #cutestkidsonig
Moving into this house has felt a bit like a sign that we are in fact crazy. So much upheaval and conflict. We don’t have a single thing hung up on the walls yet, there are things we can’t find, and there are too many boxes we haven’t even opened. But yesterday I walked into the woods behind the house to a clearing completely filled with wild blackberry bushes. I made a blackberry crumble, and I reminded myself why this felt like the right choice for us - even with bare walls.
We never learn, do we? Practice round of letting Jammer stay outside his crate while we were away. Forgot to make sure the pantry door was totally closed. There goes the @costco sized veggie straw bag!
A toddler in shorts and rain boots is officially the cutest thing on earth.