In between making some cookies and eating some cookies this afternoon, baby girl and I had a dance lesson.
It was a heap of fun. I often forget how fun dancing actually is, and when you’re teaching someone some moves, it turns into a lot of laughs.
She had mentioned the Macarena earlier that day, and so I said quite randomly –
“let me teach you some dance moves.”
First dance lesson, we went over the Macarena.
I learnt this one back when I was like, 12, 13? This was the BOMB. I knew all the moves, and turns out I still do. We had fun with that, before moving onto…
This one gets the heart going. You gottta step, step, to the other side step, step, then there’s more stepping, kicking, knee-ing, and then like a star jump, twice.
It may seem complicated, but you just gotta get out there and throw yourself into it.
The next one I fumbled with before I remembered it properly.
The Bus Stop.
You move to the left…
And then you move to the right…
Then you do like a turn to the left, a shimmy, and like the Nutbush, you end up facing a different direction.
But the lyrics say a different thing ENTIRELY.
This one has nowhere near as much jumping as the Nutbush, or as many hand actions as the Macarena, so it’s kinda low on my list of choreographed dances that you do at a party, but still fun.
Baby girl was wanting to keep up, but losing concentration and kinda doing her own thing since it all seemed so complicated… so I put on a popular party dance that I knew she would LOVE.
The chicken dance!
We went off. We were pecking, flapping, wiggling and clapping a lot.
And then dancing! Skipping around and around with our arms hooked, first that way, then thatta way!
By the end of it, we were pooped as well as pecked.
That’s how you know you’ve had a great dance interlude.