The Orange Juice Dance

While we were in Nova Scotia, one morning Quinn's grampy was shaking the orange juice container to mix it up. Grampy made it into a little dance with a little ditty to accompany it. Well Quinn got a kick out of that, sitting in his high chair. After some demonstrating and coaxing, Quinn started to move his hands back and forth, up and down, along with grampy. Everyone got a big kick out of that and Quinn basked in the attention. After a while he was getting right into it, with an intent look on his face, leaning forward and sticking his tongue out (a sure sign of concentration). Soon the whole table was doing The Orange Juice Dance, and a new shtik was born. This recurred several days leading up to our departure.

Once we got back to Ottawa we were all eating supper and Bec and I were reminiscing about the trip and the Orange Juice Dance. It took a little thought to remember the ditty but we eventually came up with it. Upon hearing it, Quinn immediately started moving his arms in Orange Juice Dance fashion. We were a little surprised at how well he remembered, over and above how well he understood what we were saying.

Even better - today at breakfast I got out the orange juice to pour some, and Bec and I tried to remember the ditty again. Quinn started humming it! We were completely blown away! I smiled about it all morning at work, and even phoned nana to tell her about it (grampy was out). Ordinarily having such a ditty stuck in my head all day would drive me nuts, but this particular day it was a great thing as I beamed with pride about my son and smiled at the memory of Orange Juice Dancing around the dining room table in NS. Doo doo doo...doo da doo doo doo...doo dah doo...