Dance Parties and Singing in the Car

Sometimes we need a little break from being "Mom". I thoroughly enjoy my breaks, even if it means I'm working. But sometimes we just need to sit back and remember why we love being a mom. So here are a few things I just had to share tonight.

1. Dance Parties. We have the best crazy dance parties in the kitchen. No restraint. No cares. Just loud music and dancing in whatever style we feel at that moment. I don't think I have any talent in the form of dance. . . until the girls and I start dancing around. No one to criticize, no one to laugh at how stupid I look. Just unrestrained dancing fun.

2. Singing. We sing it all. We know most of the words. We sing loud. We LOVE singing in the car. Tonight on the way home we sang along with Sara Bareilles and OneRepublic like pros. I hope they always love singing in the car with me. It's the best place to sing.

3. Picking them up after work and having Courtney bury her face in my shirt and breathe in deep. She loves the smell of my work shirt after I get done working. Tonight she ran out of bed to get "One last sniff", sighed, and said "I'm good now." She has done this for years. It makes me smile.

4. Snuggling. I absolutely love to snuggle. Especially with my kids. . . and mainly because they are all I have to snuggle with. I can't believe how big they are getting, but they still love to climb right on top of me, and snuggle right into my lap.

Those are what I really wanted to share most. I love my girls so much. Sure, sometimes they drive me crazy, but I wouldn't trade them for anything.

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