After dinner tonight, Liam was a bit on the fussy side. I suggested to my husband that he put on some music, as Liam might enjoy some “dancing” time. I am still not sure if what he does constitutes dancing, but I guess for a little one his age it is as close as you can get.
I came into the livingroom, and found Stuart sitting on the floor bopping along to the rhythm of the Beatles “Octopus’ Garden,” while Liam, flailing his arms, and doing deep knee bends, while turning in circles, made sure to stay close to the stereo. As fourteen-month-olds go, I think ours is a pretty good dancer…move over Elaine Benes!