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Let's Dance, Baby

The boys had their final Cotillion party a couple of weeks ago. Overall, they both enjoyed the Cotillion experience, but neither boy wanted to attend the last dance. It was a school night, they were tired, and over it.

Being the good parents that we are, we made them go.

Oldest Boy enjoys the dancing more than Middle Boy. He smiles and makes light conversation with his partner, like he was taught in Cotillion. Middle Boy's expression is solemn, he avoids eye contact and discussion with his partner and he moves like he's counting the seconds until the experience is over. I felt sorry for his partners. The little girls love the dancing and there are always more girls than boys. A polite boy's participation is a treasure to these girls.

Here's Middle Boy in agony on the dance floor, mad that I'm taking his picture.
[Click to enlarge all photos.]

Middle Boy not enjoying dancing.












Here's Middle Boy after I whispered in his ear through clenched teeth [resisting the urge to smack him on the side of the head] to, Be nice, smile, and fake it!

Middle Boy's best fake smile.

After the kids danced the parents were invited to join.  We were taught dance steps by the instructor, then our child was supposed to graciously assist.  Middle Boy didn't even enjoy dancing with me.

Here we are wrestling on the dance floor.

Middle Boy and I dancing.
Middle Boy making an effort to dance with me.
Middle Boy trying not to step on my feet.

Here I am reminding him to, Try to have a good time.  I'll pay you if you smile.

Me reminding Middle Boy how much fun we're having! 

Oldest Boy is a parent pleaser.  He genuinely wants to do the right thing and he's delighted when he catches an approving glance.  We recognize this won't likely last forever.  Oldest boy is either dancing with bells on because he thinks it pleases us, or... he was born to dance!

Oldest Boy thrilled to begin our dance!
Oldest Boy twirling me.
Oldest Boy and I having a good time dancing.

Look at the joy on his face...

Oldest Boy showing me the slide.

I was a parent pleaser and I enjoy dancing, so Oldest Boy comes by it naturally.  Middle Boy takes a little more after his father.  Notice where Chris is sitting in this picture...

Middle Boy, Oldest Boy and friends enjoying a break. Chris in the back of the room.

Chris was a good sport to attend the Cotillion party.  Many fathers were unfortunately not willing unable to participate.  Chris was a great photographer, but when I had the camera, he sat in the back row, near the door and he didn't dance.  Not even once.  If I give him a few drinks and make some promises... then he'll dance.

Reader Comments (21)

"Be nice, smile, and fake it!"

And that is EXACTLY what the picture immediately following it looks like. Hilarious!
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLiLu
Could they be anymore adorable? Kari
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterKari Sanderson
OMG! You crack me up! You have the ability to put me right in the situation. I remember doing evening ballroom dancing in seventh grade. We had to wear white gloves... and the boys sat across the room from the girls. It was so painful watching the boys avoid me (I wasn't one of the cool girls...)... I would sit there fantasizing that one day the cute cool boy would amble my way and casually ask me to dance... needless to say... !!! Could be because I had a flaming orange dress coat (late 60s!)...And I love to dance now... but I'm 0 for 2 in dancing husbands... David would have been in the men's room! hahaha
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterpam
Never mind the kids.... LOVE your boots! Love 'em!

Kind of rock'n that Marlo Thomas thing - to great success I might add.
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAshley Doran
And so why exactly didn't you mix alcohol with his soft drink on the way to the event (while you are driving of course) and whisper promises into his ear while you were dancing? WTH?
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterTristan
I must agree with Asley Doran, those boots are HOT, Da-amn!

Also, Middle Boy will thank you in high school in college for making him learn to dance, smile, and bear it cuz it will get him all The Ladies.

If only boys learned sooner that girls like a fella that can shake it, ya know?
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterDeidre
Lilu - He faked it all night.

Kari - You're nice. :)

Pam - I've seen picture of you as a young girl - you're precious, and I can picture you in the perfect "flaming orange dress coat". Your mother dressed you well! Chris would have been with David if he wasn't taking pictures!

Ashley - Ha! Hadn't thought about Marlo Thomas, but you're right! I'm big on dressing a few decades behind... makes me look ahead of my time.

Tristan - Because... paybacks are a bitch. You've been married 10 years (Congratulations, by the way!) but after 20 years, I sometimes hope he forgets about the "promises". I'm tired!

Deidre - I know you like the dancin' boys, kitten. You're right though, there's nothing like a fella that can mooove. I just might have to show the boys your comment!
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChris
I think he was just self conscience because he was dancing with the Hottest Mommy in the room!

I'm posting another comment because the little box told me too. I think I have been on facebook/twitter too long.....
Awwww... thanks, but you're right... a face only a mother could love!
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterpam
I liked dancing as a kid, but never when parents were around. Maybe middle boy does like it..... when you aren't there. ;-)
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterMrs. D
I vote for "born to dance."

And the pretzle is one of my favorite moves.

My husband hates dancing. So I always joke that all I can do is pray that one of my sons is gay and will happily take mom out dancing in her golden years. Of course I'm only kidding! Sort of.
April 7, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterKate Coveny Hood
Love the pictures, and the suits! Very handsome. Now I know we were menat to be friends, you can dance with Husband, and I'll chat with Chris in the non-dancing row! Thanks for the smile.

Love, Claire
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterMiddle-Aged-Woman
Love the pictures - and your boots! I thought they all did a good job - even if it was agony! ;-)
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLady Fi
I love that you were teaching him to fake it. Now, we not only have to teach the girls to "fake it" but the boys, too!!!


great damn boots.
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered Commentervodkamom
Chris,Yes, your boots are the first thing I noticed. You and your boots (and your boys) are all quite fetching ;)xo,Robin
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterRobin
That's cute and your boots are wicked! In a good way.
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAll Adither
May I repeat? Love the boots . . .
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered Commentertysdaddy
Connie - You're my BEST friend!

Pam - I don't think so... you're beautiful!

Mrs. D. - Has nothing to do with me. Trust me.

Kate - I'll love my boys straight or gay, but I've known many straight men who love to dance!

Dear Claire, I truly hope our paths cross someday. Love, Chris

Lady Fi, VodkaMom, Robin, Angie, and TysDaddy - I SHOULD HAVE TITLED THIS POST, "THE BOOTS"!

April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChris
I'm guessing it's private school. But I could be wrong.

Before this post I've always envisioned a Cotillion as a Rue McLennahan in the Golden Girls kind of southern magnolia, steamy night in Georgia event. With lots of mint julep.

Thanks for this version.

Funny, middle child in bottom photo to me looks like a banker who's just clinched a big deal.
April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJannie Funster
Oh my gosh! The picture of Middle Boy's smile is the best thing I've ever seen.

April 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterCheri @ Blog This Mom!

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