Daily Dose of Mama: I Got Served and Liked It

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I Got Served and Liked It

I have this quirk where I cackle-laugh sometimes. Not like a witch, but more like Pretty Woman (always better to compare yourself to Julia Roberts than a witch). It has to be something super unexpected and exceptionally funny (to me), and I also have to be in a certain mood. But, when the stars align just so, my cackle is epic, and probably very annoying.

Tonight Little Bug was standing against my legs, demanding "UP" as he does approximately once every .5 nanoseconds. I grabbed his little hands to make him practice walking instead (because I am that mama), but Little Bug had other plans.

He started tap dancing.

Seriously. He kept moving his little feet and legs in this wild motion that was clearly his version of dancing. Every once and a while he would pause as if to expect me to show him my stuff. So, I did.

Then things got wild. There was a dance party in my dining room as Little Bug and I took turns in our little dance-off for a solid 3 or 4 minutes while Appa laughed and clapped in tune.

That tune was Little Bug's cute little giggles and my cackles--A LOT of cackles, because it was that sort of moment.

I love memories; I really do.

2 comments:

kellyOctober 19, 2009 at 12:09 AM
So fun, I wish you had been able to get video of that! And I'm a big fan of the spontaneous cackle!
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CoriOctober 19, 2009 at 7:48 AM
There IS some video of it, but Appa didn't realize that our camera didn't take sideways video, and I don't have a video editing program good enough to turn the video the right way.

Hopefully he will do it again sometimes soon and I can get video of it...minus the cackle, of course.
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