We’ve been hit by the Strictly effect in our house.
We record it (obvs…who has time to watch TV live any more) on a Saturday evening and then watch it in dribs and drabs throughout the week.
I love to imagine that Hubby can whisk me around the dance floor like Kevin from Grimsby and shimmy his hips like the wonderfully talented Aljaz. I imagine that I am as toned, elegant and as gorgeous as Darcy (as an ex ballerina, until the age of 13 which does still count, she’s a goddess in my world). And occasionally I allow myself to imagine Sprog being able to make his wife swoon with his dancing skills…I get told off for this one though… Something about being a pushy parent!
Hubby is already mourning the loss of Ola from the competition… Enough said.
And Sprog?! Oh my giddy engine (quick Chuggington reference there…I know it’s not cool but I love it!), he freaking loves it.
What is genuinely wonderful to watch is how he is beginning to interpret the music and try out a few new moves. He has a few crazy moves where he’s whole body goes wild! This weekend he started wanting to hold my hands and sway from side to side for a little bit.
One of the funniest things he noticed last week is everytime one of the female dancers threw their head backwards to hang upside down… Elegantly of course. He has now perfected this move whilst sitting down and has graduated to letting me hold him “in hold” and let him need backwards… Still sitting at the moment but just you wait, we’ll be spinning round the lounge in no time.
My favourite thing about the Strictly effect? It is opening Sprog to the freedom of expressing himself through the music and movement. It is utterly free play, I just let him go for it…Although I’m usually dragged into it and there is only so much spinning in a circle that I can take!