One of the first things you learn in creative writing is not to use idioms (a phrase where the words together have a meaning that is different from the dictionary definitions of the individual words) or to be cliche. If you need a quick refresher, here are a few examples: Idioms - music to someone's ears, face the music, stop the music. Cliche - small children who aren't yet well coordinated being dressed formally and dancing at a wedding. Well Mrs. Kazaros (freshman english teacher) I can't stop Grace from being cute and dancing, but I'll give it the old college try to not use any hum drum idioms that might make this blog post as boring as elevator music.
Grace attended her second wedding reception last weekend. You may remember she channeled Bruce Springsteen in Nebraska, but here in Tacoma, she preferred Journey. Dancing to music has become a great activity of enjoyment for Grace. Sarah and I enjoy watching her gyrate in mildly rhythmic motions.
The beauty of children dancing is they don't care if they look cool or not. This is a rare, fleeting, and beautiful thing, and something we as adults, no matter how much we might pretend otherwise, crave constantly. Maybe it's the fear of looking un-cool and embarrassing ourselves in front of large audiences that prevents us from going big and just having a great time. No matter the reason, it seems as though the dance floors of reception halls across america are filled mostly with children... at least until after the third or fourth round of drinks has been tossed down the hatch. At that point, it becomes a free for all of bridal dresses, suited groomsmen, teary eyed mothers, pretending not be teary eyed dads, and somewhere in the middle a happy couple. UNTIL THEN - it's simply Grace.
This one on the left is probably my favorite. Grace danced around the
table where we sat, for the most part, oblivious to the party or her parents.
Of course, no family day together would be complete without Sam. He was fighting the remainder of his cold/tooth arrival. The bib caught not only drool, but also snot running down his face. No worries, we took the bib off for the second photo.
Grace says, "I'm cool." The Fonz would approve.
What can I say; it's a wedding, they had bubbles, Grace loves blowing bubbles.
Afterwards, out in the parking lot, Grace got to play "Run from Daddy Monster." She enjoyed this game so much, she wants to play again almost every time we step out the door. She has taken to playing the game at the most inopportune times, like when I've got Samuel in one hand, the diaper bag in the other, and I'm trying to load everyone/thing into the car to run an errand, and Grace decides to go bolting down the sidewalk hoping I'll chase. Maybe I should use my scary teeth when I'm serious...
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