I’m back on the lot, prepping for tonight’s Dancing With The Stars performance show. It’s the Jive and the Quickstep. I remember how tough the Jive was for me. In fact, it’s the one dance that I totally blew. I screwed up the choreography right out the gate and could never find my way back into the dance. It was a total nightmare and my biggest fear. I know exactly how terrifying it is for the celebrities to get out there on the dance floor in front of millions! Last week, there were over 50 million! On some days it’s hard to even breathe! I am trying to keep my own nerves calm by doing a lot of that myself. I try to spend at least 10 minutes alone in my dressing room before we go live, to calm my body down and connect.
I am teaching this to my children as well. I had a really funny moment with my 8 year old when Shaya was having one of his fantastic tantrums. I was doing the back and forth from the restaurant to the lobby, trying to calm him. After about 30 minutes and a ruined dinner, I was on the verge of losing it myself when my sweet Sierra came up behind me, gently massaged my shoulders and said, “It’s okay Mommy, just breath.” Part of me wanted to cry because I was so touched by her sensitive awareness and attentiveness (which we don’t get often from our children), but I just took her advice, and took in a big huge calming breathe. I smiled knowing that I am teaching my children something that actually works, and even though it feels like my advice goes in one ear and out the other, Sierra had faith it’s a technique that really can work. I also find my 3 year old during difficult moments getting into yogi pose and trying to calm her own body with deep breaths. It’s so adorable that I hold back my giggle. She is deep beyond her years. I practice that, I believe in it, and I love to see that it’s rubbing off.
I had a very busy weekend. Saturday was a crazy family photo shoot for People Magazine. They transformed our Malibu home into a winter wonderland and shot a holiday story. It was the hottest day of the year and we were bundled in sweaters and scarves, sweating our butts off, but laughing all the way. Then David and I attended the annual Pink Party, which is a super fun charity extravaganza for breast cancer. We ended the night with a birthday dinner with friends. By the time Sunday came around I was fried! (During the DWTS season Sundays feel like Friday to me.) I totally crashed. We spend the day chilling as a family. I cooked, we swam and we took our puppies on their first trip to our neighborhood playground. It was quite a scene, 4 kids, 2 dogs, one red stroller, and Shaya cruising on his four-wheeler. When I saw the funny paparazzi pics this morning I thought to myself, OMG they’re all mine!!!!!