Do the Pickle Dance!

I’m doing my brother-in-law’s wedding cake this week and have really been in a grind. There’s been SO much to do to make sure I’m ready to travel it across states. The boys have been playing together next to me a lot this week instead of with me. I’ve been kind of a distracted mom this week.

I was in the zone making (300!) fondant flowers and my boys requested a pickle. My boys LOVE pickles. So much so, that if I let them, I think they could eat the entirety of one of those huge theater pickles.

I gave each of my boys their piece of pickle and Austin started to DANCE he was so excited.

But this wasn’t just any dance.

This was what is now affectionately known, in our house, as the “Pickle Dance”.

It looks something like this:

Knees bending up and down while the hips awkwardly sway from left to right.

One arm bent and almost placed on a hip—slightly reminiscent of “Cotton-Eyed Joe”. The other arm juts toward and away from his body in a disco-like manner.

The beat is sung, “Doo-doo-doo”, the first time with a pickle in his mouth.

It was enough to pull me out of cake zone and into kid zone.  I stopped working and we just laughed. Hard.

Through peals of laughter and a red face, Adam told us that he was laughing so hard he was “Choking!”

Today’s challenge:

Make yourself free to enjoy life. No matter how busy you are or how grim things may seem. Take a moment to do the pickle dance. Laugh so hard you “choke” (or in my case, cry). Spend a minute thinking of the beauty around you. My boys are my reminder to stop and smell the roses and to not take life too seriously. For that I am so grateful! Hope you have a great week!

Love, Robin