Today’s blog inspiration is brought to by the duck, and King Julian. Who would make an awesome music video if ever they were to make one I’m sure.
So Monday afternoon, I’m hanging out the washing, desperately trying to find some IBOT inspiration, when I hear the strains of Madagascars most beloved professional whistler, getting physically fit, from Taylah’s bedroom. Without even thinking about it, I joined the lemur and got all ‘nice, sweet energetic’ dancing like I was one of the original Jungle Boogie-ers, which I really think I should have been. I’m quite sure that despite the fact that there is nothing professionally inspiring about the way I shake my groove thang, I make dancing look fun. For the simple reason that dancing is fun!
I’m sad to say it wasn’t always this way.
On the contrary.
As a child, and then gangly awkward teen, I had no sense of coordination, rhythm or style. What I lacked in those necessary attributes though, I made up for in raw enthusiasm. Some might say too much enthusiasm.
Somewhere there exists the video footage of one of our youth group dances at church. The camera opens with a line of us, all nicely doing the old school step behind to the rhythm of the music, waiting for the next move to be cued. As it pans out, on the far right, there is one tall girl with ridiculously long legs, stretching said limbs as far as they would go, dancing at double speed in order to keep in time.
You guessed it, that girl was me.
Now because, at this point, you are probably thinking that is in no way possible that I would be anything apart from sophisticated and dignified, I have included a brief recreation of the extreme state of my hilarity just for you.
Amazingly, being mocked for my dance moves did not do a huge amount for my self esteem. Nor did the comment that everytime I attempted to groove, I lifted my knee in some weird kind of spastic movement.
These comments, rather than thicken my skin, actually led me to believe that there was not one groovy bone in these gangly legs of mine (which are far less lanky now), and so sadly I gave away any hopes and dreams of being the next Britney Spears. (Which was probably a good thing.)
I refuse to deprive my children of that dream though.
Now I think that it’s fair to say, that all of my offspring actually have more grace and sophistication than I ever possessed at such a young age, but even if they didn’t, there would be no crushing of dancing dreams. In fact cavorting or frolicing in all its forms is not only accepted but encouraged. The more individual the better.
So it should have come as no surprise to me, when Ava entered the kitchen the other day, and showed me ‘The Bum Bum Dance.” A move she had choreographed completely on her own, as a response to her sisters consistent iPod playing.
Initially I was quite concerned by the title of the afore mentioned performance. Considering my daughter’s resistance to underwear, it was looking far too similar to Miss Spears for me.
But then I stopped and thought, ‘hey, she is two. And it’s innocent. And it looks like a lot of fun. Everyone should learn the Bum Bum Dance.”
So with that in mind, I have compiled a collage of images, and four careful instructions, in order to enable you to to ‘Move it, Move it.’
The Bum Bum Dance.
Stand with your left leg straight, and holding all your weight, and your right leg bent.
Lean forward, so that your behind is sticking out at an extreme angle.
Using slow deliberate moves, swing your bottom from right to left and then back again.
And now, if you’re still confused, here is The Bum Bum Dance in action, being performed by the original creator.
Do you like to Move it Move it?
Will you be trying out the Bum Bum dance?
Don’t you just love King Julian?