So it seems we've gone full circle. Now we're back to finding ways to make Jazz Hands fun and spontaneous again.
Today is a national holiday and the entire family has the day off. We join forces with Neighbor/Friend and kids, plus a couple of other kids from another friend of Neighbor/Friend and make a day trip down to Shark Tooth Beach. In all we have three adults, seven kids and a couple of cars full of beach gear and high-tech shark tooth hunting equipment (or pooper scoopers, as one of Neighbor/Friend's kids eloquently calls them). We're going to need our sense of humor for this to work out.
Shark tooth hunting is a success.
Additionally, a scavenger hunt for things that remind us of Jazz Hands is also fruitful.
Dead Fish Jazz Hands:
Turtle Flappers Jazz Hands:
And this brings us to today's Jazz Hands deployment. The afternoon is getting on, the kids are rolling around in sand and dead fish while the three adults are sitting on beach chairs in relative comfort (relative due to sand in the butt cheeks). A friendly looking couple walks by and I ask them if they have the time (I was genuinely curious). The lady promptly informs us that it is 3:50pm and in response I tell her that "3:50 is JAZZ HANDS time!" while giving her an enthusiastic display of the my jazzy hands.
Beach Walker Lady finds this to be moderately amusing. On the other hand, Beach Walker Lady's better half does not smile does not look up does not break stride does not seem phased and apparently does not have a sense of humor. To not have an appreciation for impromptu Jazz Hands from a stranger on a beach somewhere south of cold is ridiculous. The good news is that I have a renewed sense of levity for this whole new year's resolution thing. Day twenty-one complete.
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