This past weekend our ward had a Valentine’s Day Dance and it was… killer. This ward is one of my favorites ever and I’ll be so sad to leave. (If you come here for UofC, don’t live in the South Loop, live down in Hyde Park specifically so you can be a part of this completely-unique, completely-fabulous ward).
I mad this cake. It was a chocolate beet cake with beet cream cheese frosting. No one ate it. I’m not sure if this is because of the color (did they think it was out of a can and the color scared them?) or because they tasted it and hated it. Oh well, I liked it and I like challenging myself to try new things.
After dinner they brought out a laptop and some lights and we had a little dance. Yes, I was one of the first ones out on the dance floor. I’m not a good dancer by any definition but I love doing it and it was one of the first times I’ve danced since I left BYU (a place where dances are meat markets and you feel like everyone is watching you). Here I could bust out my mom-dance moves and it was okay because I am a mom now. Did you hear that Megan? I can dance with my arms up by my side all I want now because I’m a mom and that’s how moms do it.
That Husband did T1′s hair in a new way, and it was a big hit. We have got to master those cowlicks on either side of his head though.
I have some darling videos of T1 on the dance floor, but my computer is acting up and I can’t open the video editing program so pictures will have to do for now.
He started off shy.
But once he got going he was all sorts of crazy, chasing balloons, jumping, pounding his chest. I was the stereotypical proud mama who considered everything he was doing to be the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed a child do.
When he went back to picking his nose and staring off into the distance again, I knew it was time to go home.
I have not one, but two Sweethearts this year. I am a lucky girl.