Every morning, I take advantage of the fact that Bink¹ takes a while to get moving in the morning; she’s quite the sleepy head. I sit her in her high-chair and make coffee, while she plays with whatever kitchen appliance I put on her little table. I stand and make coffee and read a poem or two², maybe put on some music. The music has been especially good lately… what with all the new tunes I received for my birthday.
The rain has been constant here and I’m slowly developing a cold, so the music [in the mornings] has been mostly slower and rainy³. So Bink and I are chilling out in the kitchen this morning, playing peek-a-boo¼, reading poems, loving life… then this song came on my iTunes½:
[please take note that this video is mid-90s-skank-wretched. it is not classy. i recommend just playing it and then viewing my kitchen dance party.]
I was taken over by the urge to dance… so, of course, I did¾. Bink was loving it! Cracking up, laughing, smiling. Do you have any idea how amazing that kind of audience is? She was loving it… I was loving it… hope you love it… the ridiculousness of kitchen dancing… this is usually how it goes…
Could not stop smiling, laughing. Ridiculous and I am not sorry. So that was my morning… wish you were there.
¹ “Bink” is the precious 11 month old girl that I work for. Her real name is Sienna but everyone calls her Bink. Her parents named her Sienna because you can’t shorten it and EVERY name gets shortened here. And they were right, you can’t shorten Sienna… So instead, she now has a clown name… which is awesome.
² Poetry seems like the only thing I have time to read these days. I love carrying a couple books around during the day and sneaking a read in while watching Bink. This mornings selection was “The Volcano Inside” by David Dooley and “Picnic, Lightning” by Billy Collins.
³ Damien Rice, Sondre Lerche, Bon Iver and a mix of all my birthday mixes.
¼ First of all, they’ve run out of subscripts. Secondly, Bink likes to put a clear tupperware over her face to play peek-a-boo… So I can see her straight through it and it is absolutely precious. She puts the tupperware over her face and I can see her eyes light up while I say, “Where’s the Bink? Where’d she go? Where’s the Bink?” Then she puts it down and I say, “There she is!” She loves it. This morning, with tupperware in front of her face, she sneezed right onto it… It was hilarious! Just picture a baby sneezing with their face pressed up against a clear window. I was dying laughing… Tears, I think.
½ An older song from Triple J’s Hottest 100. Triple J is my favorite radio station here and they put out a cd of 2008’s hottest 100 songs… I got the CD for my birthday from Bink’s mom. It’s not the best song in the world… but it made me dance this morning. Love it. Except for the video… not so much.