Dancing

Random Bits of Useless Information

It seems that Bunny's got herself a boyfriend. Elvis (or as Bunny likes to call him Elfish) lives across the street. She talks about him constantly, Elfish this, Elfish that. Whenever she sees him outside she cries until she can go see him. Yep sounds like guppy love to me.

It is possible to sprain your pinky toe while tripping over your slippers, I'm embarassed to admit.

We've made some decisions about Non-Existant Hypothetical Baby Number Two, hereinafter referred to as Turtle. When I'm ready I'll post something about it.

It seems that the attack of the scary pants has returned and has brought with it scary shirts too. We have to be very careful when getting dressed. Plus Bunny can now take off her own pants, so she can now rid herself of those darned scary pants at will. Fun.

Bunny has also developed the same annoying habit as her father. If I am in another room, they will both start talking to me from whatever room they are in. If I'm in the kitchen in the back of the house and they are in the living room in the front, they will yell across the house rather than getting off of their butts and walking into the room I am in. Bubs doesn't yell real loud but Bunny just screams "Mooooommmmmyyyy" over and over again until I come running. Its such a lovely habit for her to have picked up.

Well that's all I've got for today. So I'll just add this little video of Bunny for your viewing pleasure.

Music Appreciation

Bunny likes music. Real music, not the made for toddlers junk, but real music.

I always have the radio on in the car and she has definite opinions about the music she hears. Songs that are slow are deamed "sad songs" and she does not like them at all. When she hears a song she likes, she says "I love that song."

Yesterday she deemed Sara Barellies sad, but said she loved Jewel, interesting. Crossroads by Cream produces head bobbing in the background. REM and U2 are acceptable. Coldplay and Snow Patrol, not so lucky. No Doubt induces dancing. The key it seems is a good beat that you can shake your stuff to.

So given these musical tastes, I put together a little mix for Bunny on my i-pod. We tried it out yesterday with great results. Every so often when a new song came on, she stopped what she was doing, ran to the middle of the carpet and started to dance. She'd scream, "Dance, Mommy, Dance." So I danced.

We danced together in the middle of the living room, right in front of the window, not caring who saw. We danced for the sheer joy of it. And it was beautiful.