On Saturday, October 8th we hosted a birthday bash for our daughters with a theme they chose.
When I first posed the party question to both girls, I had suggested that if they wanted, this could be the year they started having separate birthday parties. Their birthdays are three days apart in September, so we’ve had combined birthdays since they were young. They both declined, and wanted to celebrate together.
Then they asked if they could invite their hip hop teacher, Mr. Q.
From there I thought, why not a hip hop party where Mr. Q taught the little party people how to hip hop dance? They were THRILLED!
I thought I’d keep it simple this year. The dance studio hosted parties. So I didn’t have to worry about clean-up or set-up. YES!
Holding it from 1-3pm for Mr. Q’s schedule – worked for us. I just provided cupcake push pops and candy. Why candy? It’s a sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet hip hop party. Also, it’s October – candy just sort of goes hand-in-hand with this month. We had water and a veggie tray.
The goodie bags were a mix of erasers, pencils, sharpeners, tatoos, blow outs, etc. The best part were the toothbrushes and floss my moves like Jagger friend and dentist, Uzra provided for the kids. Parents can’t be mad since we provided a way to clean up all that sugar.
Each kid received a lanyard, with a photo of my girls and a plastic sleeve for it. They had their pictures taken with a star and then began their intensive training.
The kids were magnificent. This type of party works for both girls and boys. We had a few boys in the mix. I was impressed with how well Mr. Q handled the group, he’s a phenomenal teacher to begin with, but we wins over everyone with his charisma and energy. The kids. They picked it up and loved it. Such little groovers.
We love hip hop at our house. The music, the style, the attitude. If you’re looking for an uncommon, fun-tastic party, hip hop is the shiznit!
Holla! Enjoy the videos from the party.
Dynomite and Party Anthem dance with the whole crew
Telephone dance by my girls, ages 5 & 7
Super Mario Bros dance by Mr. Q
Every now and then for girls night out, some of my black eyed peas gals will hit the town to dance.
Here are some conversations I’ve encountered while at the clubs.
YOUNG Asian Dude: “What’s your name?”
Quick, make up a name. Be polite.
“Yup. That’s me. Beth.”
“That’s not a very Asian name.”
As if my real name is Asian, have I ever known an Asian named Beth? I can’t remember. Am going to have to make up a better fake name next time. Maybe something that rhymes and chimes when I say it, to appear more authentic.
“How do you know what an Asian name is?”
“So are you in college?”
Dude. Totally ignored my question. Also, he’s got to be friggin’ kidding me. Is the dude blind? I am so older and wiser than this kid. Perhaps all my usage of dude is making me seem younger than I am. Noted.
“No, sweetie, I’ve been out of college for a while.”
“How old are you?”
*snort* hahahahaha I am amused.
20-30-something white dude: “Hey.”
“My friend here really likes Asian chics. Would you mind just talking to him for a bit? Laugh at his jokes?”
This night is only getting weirder. If I were a single Asian chic I would be highly turned off by this opening line.
“Hi this is —–.”
I instantly forget what his name is. Dude’s friend is like 12. I immediately feel maternal about him. Like finding a home for a lost puppy. I am waiting for a friend to arrive so I smile and laugh at this little dude’s jokes. Then the little dude’s friend breaks into the conversation.
“Do you like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
I flash back to my youth. Do I admit I watched all the cartoons with my brothers, and the movies with Ernie Reyes Jr, and that if I had to pick a turtle to settle down with it would be Donatello, but I’d fling it out with Raphael? No. Play it cool.
“Your phone. It looks like a teenage mutant ninja turtle shell.”
“Oh, riiiiiight. I’ve never even noticed that.”
These types of conversations are entertaining to leave the night with. While we’re dancing we can pretty much keep each other protected from the masses. When we stop dancing to catch our breath, rest our arthritic knees, and aging feet, that’s when the hilarious conversations begin. It happens, even when we have rings on our fingers and bells on our toes.
I’m kind of looking forward to other wacky conversations we’ll have next time.
I hope I am.
Today is still a good day.
THANK YOU Hallmark for reminding us to celebrate each moment.
I don’t know about you, but I love being around happy, grateful people. Good energy is refreshing.
In other news, I hear it’s talk like a pirate day. So… arrrrrrrrrghhhh. It actually sounds better coming from me, as I’m all congested, raspy-like.
I am letting my girls stay up tonight to watch… SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE? (#SYTYCD)
We’re going to pop popcorn over the stove, break open some Limonata San Pellegrino…and move and groove to the music.
SUMMER is officially here.
I’ve missed you, you crazy judges, choreographers… creative geniuses and kooky kids.
Let’s get it on… aw, yeah, yeah!
… or do some controlled slow-motion running.
Genki Sudo is the singer out in front. He was a retired mixed martial artist. That’s not all, he writes, he’s a musician, dancer, actor and his Buddhist philosophy is “We are all One”. Dude is cool.
ps. this makes me so excited for SYTYCD! I love great movement. I’ve been missing watching creative, well-choreographed live art.
Spring Break report:
Day 1 – mail taxes, thai lunch, red light/green light in the light rain drizzle and frozen yogurt
Day 2 – Rio (the movie) with friends – loved it (better than Hop) and lunch.
Today in the car on our way to Costco.
If you need a reminder – DD is Dauntless Daughter who is 2.5 years. AGG is Avant Garde Gal who is 4.5 years.
DD talking to a Prince Charming figure (Snow White’s prince)
DD: Do you think I’m beautiful?
DD (as the Prince): Yes, you’re VERY beautiful.
DD: Then you can be my prince.
AGG: I want him to be my prince.
DD: No – it’s my Prince Philip because I’m Aurora.
AGG: But there’s a Philip on So You Think You Can Dance. He is a Philip too!
DD: Oh, there’s another Philip?
AGG: Yes, he can be your Prince.
DD: Um, well, no thank you.
AGG: Remember when we saw Philip dance and we said, “WHOO HOO PHILIP!!”?
DD: Uh huh.
AGG: I like Philip.
–Lady Gaga’s “Let’s Dance” starts on the radio–
AGG: This is my song!
–both girls start dancing in their 5-point harness car seats…I am thoroughly entertained–
My friend Cabesh posted a least favorite Christmas song list. I’d never thought of “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus” that way before. And… I don’t like any of those silly “Grandma got ran over” songs. So I agree with her…although I’ve never heard her #1 least fav song…
I can’t think of any additional songs to list right now that I dislike (I know there are many but…they don’t fit in my mental hard-drive right now)… although I tend not to like the pop-r&b remixes of Christmas classics. They all sound cheap and empty to me.
I love these (this is all I can remember right now…when I’m not so tired I’ll remember more…maybe):
Karen Carpenter – Christmas Waltz – I love them singing “three-quarter time” – I love Karen’s voice
Nat King Cole – Christmas Song – I love anything Nat King Cole sings… that voice is magic
Paul McCartney – Simply Having a Wonderful Time – this is just makes me want to jiggle… in a non-fat kind of a way
Dean Martin – Baby, It’s Cold Outside – love Dean’s voice
Amy Grant – Grown up Christmas List
Songs that my girls love right now:
Little Drummer Boy – they like to sing Pa rum pum pum pum (over and over and over and…)
I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas – this is the first song in my head the moment I wake up, during the day and when I go to bed…
Holly Jolly Christmas – they make me play it during the day just so they can dance
Frosty the Snowman – because what kid doesn’t like the idea of running around with three big balls of snow?
I’m hoping I can get a little group together to go caroling this Christmas. I haven’t gone caroling in so long… I desperately miss it. Now that my girls are older… and learning the songs… I might get my grown-up Christmas wish.
An early gift for you… here are my little munchkins performing the Hippopotamus song…
ps. It was very hard to hold the camera steady and not giggle.
I just finished that post about delighting in my family… that post isn’t complete without my hubby.
Ry is the guy who has endless patience with me. He knows I’m completely high-maintenance. He finds me adorable, sexy and a woman full of love. I used to tell people that I appreciated him because he let’s me do what I want, when I want. But that’s not quite true. It’s not even a matter of letting me. I’m not his child, his ward or his servant. I’m his equal. So he doesn’t even think that he needs to provide permission. He just steps out of my way and stands next to me.
This is guy who is unlike any man I have ever known in my life. He comes home from work and plays with the girls while I finish up making dinner. The girls love having their Daddy home. It always brings a smile to my face to see them running to him, just to have him swing them up into his arms. They often do this multiple times until Daddy’s arms are spent.
This is a man who helps clean up dishes after dinner. This is a man who vacuums, does toilets, bathes the girls, brushes their teeth, puts them to bed and tells spellbinding stories to our precious girls. This is a man who understands that discipline is firmness of spirit – not violence. This is a man who understands that more important than discipline is the increase of love. I’m so grateful that my daughters know that their father loves them. I love that they enjoy being cuddled by him.
I love that they get jealous when he’s swinging me around the kitchen dance floor. I love when he grabs me from behind. I love that my hubby will start rubbing my feet or my shoulders… just because he wants to. I love that he’s one that’s willing to do better by me and my daughters. I love how easily he still responds… to me… even after a pregger body. I love that he has a merciful and kind heart. It’s taken me a long time to realize that hearts like his are rare.
This doesn’t make him perfect… it’s taken time for both of us to learn and grow and become. Marriage isn’t easy. Parenthood isn’t easy. Things have gotten better in the last few years as we adjust and grow, little-by-little. Sometimes progress is so gradual that one day you look up and you’re amazed at the view you’re seeing. And of course he has his moments… as do I, but when I look at what allows me to truly delight in motherhood… he contributes a large percentage to my ability to do so. If I didn’t have a partner who shared in the day-to-day work of parenting… I think I would be a total wreck. As it is… I’m grateful.
I love you hunny bunny.
ps. when I’m out late with girlfriends… he waits up for me… it’s cute.
I saw this on nestleknight’s website. This is for the dancer in my heart…what about you?
You Are Belly Dancing
You are sensual and naturally sexy. Never trashy, though.
You are comfortable in your own skin. You don’t have hangups about your body.
You are confident and playful. You love showing off.
You tend to be a little dominant and assertive… but only in a flirtatious way!