Speaking of dancing babies. (And let this be a warning to friends Willie & Beth.)
The collective consciousness seems to have transmitted the choreography from Tina Turner's "Proud Mary" straight into the brain of my sweet little babe, causing her to act it out in her sleep, while cuddled up for warmth and night nursing. A fine piece of artistry if ever there was one.
Ready, punch punch kick turn.
Which is awesome when Tina does it on stage, and not as awesome when a freakishly strong baby does it to your stomach.
Seriously. My kid knows all the moves.
The collective consciousness seems to have transmitted the choreography from Tina Turner's "Proud Mary" straight into the brain of my sweet little babe, causing her to act it out in her sleep, while cuddled up for warmth and night nursing. A fine piece of artistry if ever there was one.
Ready, punch punch kick turn.
Which is awesome when Tina does it on stage, and not as awesome when a freakishly strong baby does it to your stomach.
Seriously. My kid knows all the moves.
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