Oh, how times have changed. My 18-20-year-old self would deem victory when I was able to be free and hang out with friends, feeling like a grown-up. My 21-27-year-old self (that's a looooong time span) would be excited and victorious over making it to happy hour with more than 15 minutes to spare. Oh, the good ol' days.
Now, my 30-year-old self is feeling high and mighty at only one time: nap time! The sense of sheer domination and accomplishment that washes over me when I'm able to get Nyla down for a nap is staggering. I feel so accomplished that I've even developed a dance to signify my victory! It is only when I'm able to successfully transfer her from my shoulder to the crib upstairs that I unleash The Victory Dance. It is as follows:
Elizabeths' Victory Dance
1. Close eyes and get ready to shimmy
2. Finger point (with both hands) to the sky, alternating upward points
3. A quick shimmy of the shoulders
4. Scissor motion of the legs
5. Saturday Night Fever disco arm moves
6. Finish it off with a rousing rendition of the cabbage patch, rotating in place complemented with some silent "oh yeah"s.
All this must be done in silence because I'm standing right outside of Nyla's door. It might be quiet in the house, but in my head I've got a rocking song going...although sometimes they don't make sense. Today's song was "Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Aerosmith. What? I have no explanation for it, but it synched well with my dance.
OK...I;m waiting for the video! : )
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