I wonder if interpretive dance is included? |
Boy is ridiculously good about sitting in his bouncer. He loves the vantage point of being able to see everything around him. I take full advantage of this whenever I need to get something accomplished, like take a shower or straighten the living room.
Today, the task was putting away groceries. I put his bouncer on the island, secured him safely inside it and began emptying the grocery bags. I was explaining each item to him as I put it in its proper place. This was entertaining to him and he was smiling big while intermittently voicing his opinion, when my elbow (or possibly my still-large-from-pregnancy-and-my-love-of-pizza hip) hit the button on his bouncer to begin playing the [terrible] lullabies that Boy loves so dearly.
I know all of the inane little tunes by heart at this point, so I started singing along with it and doing some interpretive dance for him.
At this, his smiles gave way to full-on laughter (he's still young, so it's not those big baby-laughs you might be thinking of, but it was as big as his laughs currently get). Of course, with a response like that, I couldn't stop. I turned on our favorite Michael Buble Pandora station and sang and danced for him until he drifted off to sleep.
Thankful Moment: I downloaded a ringtone of a baby laughing and that's what I hear whenever my mom calls - it never ceases to make me smile.
Had anyone else been laughing that hard at my dancing, I might have had to have a good cry, but his laughs warmed my soul and made me so grateful for him and the silly moments we have together.
So, go have a good laugh. It is undoubtedly the cure for whatever it may be that ails you.
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