Dance Baby, Dance

I'm still riding the warm fuzzy high from my weekend. It was a rare weekend where everything (mostly) went well and by mid-week the crap of the world hasn't left a stain on my weekend goodness. Sorry to the sensitive readers for the poo reference. ;)

Last Friday Lil' Man's school put on their annual Mother Son Dance. We've gone each year since he started there in the 4th grade. The first year I was a total geek about the whole thing. I didn't know what to wear, I didn't know what to have him wear, and I was a little choked up about how dang cute it was to be going to a dance with my son. It was our first dance so I got Lil' Man a boutonniere to commemorate the occasion. I told him he didn't have to wear it so he wouldn't be embarrassed. Check us rookies out from '06:

Seriously, if you want to pull on the heart strings of a mom all you need to do is throw on some sappy slow song and tell them to dance with their son. Then throw in that the next time you dance with them might be at their wedding. Yeah, great. Thanks Mr. DJ. Fast forward my life why don't ya. Hand me a tissue while you're at it too. Geez.

This was our 3rd year going to the dance. Our final year. Lil' Man is a 6th grader and I'm pretty sure they won't have stuff like this in Jr. High. And even if they did I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to go with me. That's just the way it is when they grow up. Last year Lil' Man said he wasn't sure if he'd want to go to the dance in the 6th grade. I was prepared for him to say he'd rather skip it, but when he said he really wanted to go I was happy he wasn't "over it" yet. Awwww...he still loves his momma! ;)

So this year we were more relaxed about it all. We scaled down to jeans and got there a little after it started. It was pretty much the same old show--moms, kids, DJ, cookies and lemonade, and some cheesy dancing to kid appropriate music.

Here we are getting ready to step out. Sorry about the fuzzy and dark photos. The lighting in my place sucks.

Pretty much as soon as we arrived Lil' Man jumped in and started dancing with the other kids. After our nice picture, of course.

Here he is dancing with his friend. Do tha twist! And the conga line!

At one point they called all the 6th graders on stage to do a little performance to Grease Lightning. He's sooo cool. ;)

At the end of the night we each took an arm length photo of, what else--us! We also were able to snap one more fun picture in front of the sign before heading back home.

I realize that moments like these in our lives are few. I had fun hanging out with my Lil' Man and I hope he looks back on times like these and smiles from the memories. I know I do.

I love that little guy.