There are, however, times when I don't swoon over his new found talent. Bedtime. Saturday night he was having a rough time sleeping. We were in a hotel room and he just couldn't settle down. So I got up and sat in the desk chair that luckily swiveled and rocked and started singing our songs. A little bit of skidamarinkydinkydink and you are my sunshine and usually he's resting his head on your shoulder. Not this night. This night he was a dancing fool! Giggling and swaying and mommy was trying her hardest to stay serious with him. But it was so cute.
He did it again tonight. And I couldn't help but think that even though I'm no Celine Dion he still feels the music in his mommy's songs.
I love this kid.
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