Tag Archives: baby dance


30 Apr

Today was another full day of soaking rain.

After I picked up my daughter at 1 we kept busy

drawing in the sunroom, building with Magnetic tiles from loving “aunts

and making a run to the drive-through for some donuts;

Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.

But as four o’clock set in, and the rain continued to pelt mercilessly on our roof and at our windows,

I decided to capitalize on some time while both kids were playing and occupied to unload the dishwasher.

Halfway through my task, my daughter came racing into the kitchen.

“Mommy? Can we have a dance party? To my favorite, Brett Dennen?”

(She really said it like that.)

My dear girl,

the answer to that question was,

and will always be,


And it looked a little something like this

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photo 3-1photo 4-1And man, did it feel good.


I know that you won’t believe me when I tell you this,

19 Feb

but the baby and I are currently watching Dirty Dancing,

and, at just the right moment

my baby

(not to be confused with Baby Houseman)

pulled herself up,

pinned herself up to the back of her crib

and did a dip.

Just. Like. This.

(thank you to the beautiful Without Melissa for this image, as her site was the only place I could find it on these internets!)

I’m not kidding.

My baby did THE Baby.

I knew she was mine!

So, I called my dad.

And, he told me what I already knew.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

True, dad.

So, so true.