Dance moves.

Turner is a dancer. He loves to move his body to all kinds of sounds, and he doesn’t just move around. It’s as though he is compelled to move around and appreciate the sound of another person. Many of you know this first hand because you’ve danced around our kitchen with us. We are a music loving household. Tonight Turner and I went to the baseball game—Tucson Toros—with my school friend Denise and her 8 year-old son Noah. On Friday nights there are fireworks after the game, win or lose. We lost this week. But for several Fridays in a row, Turner and I have (half-heartedly) tried to make it to the fireworks. You know, just sit in the parking lot and take in the free show. But, they don’t start until late (10 or so), and one week the game was delayed because our team hadn’t arrived. We made it tonight for the fireworks, and we decided to take in a game.

Before Turner and I left the parking lot he said to me, “Mom, can you smell that?”
I said, “What?” Knowing this might be a loaded question because usually when Turner talks about smells, something smells unpleasant.
“I think I can already smell the cotton candy.” (Cotton candy, by the way, was a total rip off, but he got some anyway.)

After the fireworks, the boys ran the bases. Turner became separated from Noah and for about four minutes I didn’t know where he was. Noah ran the bases alone and there was no Turner. I trusted in him, kept looking and finally he appeared. (I kind of remember now a time when my mom was frantic in a store and having me paged. Her reaction seemed so irrational then.) When he got onto the field I was so glad to see him, I didn’t take any pictures, so I had him run them again for the photo opp.

We said our good-byes to our friends and walked toward our car. A musician was on the sidewalk playing a variety of buckets. I pulled out my camera because I just knew Turner would want to dance. Before I had any words in my mouth, he was out in front moving his five-year-old self around.

Once he finished and we resumed our long journey to the car, he said, “Did you see those other kids?”
“Yeah. You got them dancing too.”
“Yeah. They were all dancing with me. We were dancing as a team.”

This is the greatest summer ever!

"The Bionicle Dance"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2-_g2-EaV4