Let's Get Our Groove On

 When the little man is asleep, the big girl wants to shimmy. Lots of energy got burned today in a raucous dance marathon, populated by exactly one participant.

One of John's mixes + a mirror = holy foxtrot, Batman.

This is supposed to be a full-bodied tutu but the dancing queen decided that she only wanted to wear it halvsies. I just don't ask anymore.

A little Marilyn...

Some tap dancing (literally, tapping her foot back and forth).

Some shopping cart.

Twirly whirly (it's actually a twirly whirly skirt and not a tutu).

Push it, push it real good.

Ballet (the kind where you make up the moves yourself, apparently). 

A little hula.

Pensive moment... channeling Fame.

Shaking her boo-tay while chanting "shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shim-my".

?????

I may be one of the funniest people I've ever met. 

do you want to play, mom?

Working It

Not sure why Mr. Jack Peter's little expressions were so precious the other night (he's going to love being called precious in 15 years, I just know it), but he was in rare form. He doesn't demand attention in quite the same way that a certain someone else does but he also doesn't want to be left too far behind. He's got his own set of swanky moves, if he does say so himself, and thought it was pretty fun to show off his new winter gear from the Owens clan (sorry for the confusion :)). Thanks guys -- from all of us!

Here I am (and pay no attention to the naked girl in the background)!

Can I make my eyes be any bigger and bat my lashes any more? Nah. 

Doing the robot? Clapping?

I make truck sounds even better when my noggin is toasty warm.

Wowzer, I'm good looking!

Swing it.

Hey Ma, Look At Me

Even on the stressful days and the gray days and the busy days, I get to laugh at what these two nut jobs come up with the amuse themselves (and me). Why does it seem like a good idea to stuff yourself into a baby sleeping bag when you happen to be a tall-for-your-age almost-three year old with a big 'ol mess of curly madness on top? She didn't want to get out, either. Fine by me. Or why does "dressing yourself" with your sister's jammies entertain you for 45 minutes at a stretch nearly every morning for a week? I do enjoy watching your hard work that you show off by repeatedly trying to pull pants over your head. Heck, I don't care why they do it, I just care that I get to watch it. 

This? Now this did not amuse me. Thankfully, my coffee is 2/3 creamer so it wasn't hot, but I still wasn't the number #1 fan of myself for leaving my cup within lunging distance of the jacktopus. I went upstairs for two seconds (it always happens in two seconds or less), leaving behind a clean baby eating toast. I came back down (remember, in two seconds) to octo-arms jack who used one of his appendages to snag and dump my coffee and the others to eat his toast and smear peanut butter all over his ample cheeks. Not a fan. Dislike. Thumbs down. Boo.  

One More Time

Bad mama strikes again and she didn't post pictures from Jack's actual birthday. He reveled in more sugary goodness with some tasty ice cream (we were slightly better at limiting his pre-bed sugar intake with this than if he got his hands on a cupcake because he could inhale that in .03 seconds) and got his mitts onto some funtastic presents. (Not) Shockingly, his good pal Molly helped him open his loot and showed him (and continues to show him) how to use his new stuff. I noticed that another big sibling was similarly helpful with his little brother on his birthday... must be something in the water. 

Being one suits Jack well. He hasn't felt the need to stop going with the flow (thankfully) and he endures so much hugging/nudging/tackling/pushing that I cringe as I see a certain someone getting too close to him but he just gives her a big sloppy grin... and has the bruises to prove that he ends up on the wrong end of things too often. He's not walking on his own but does lots and lots of standing (and then proud clapping). I'm guessing 14 months before he gets around to dragging his booty around on his feet but we'll see. He's healthy, he's happy, he drools... what more could we ask for?

What was that that you wanted me to do, Dad? Can you show me one more time?

Lemme just see this for myself...

Hee hee. Hee hee. YUM. 

Oh look! Bunnies on this paper!

Jack Jack, why don't I just show you. You're taking too long. 

Ohhhh, lookit, wheels...

And blocks. I am very serious now that I have new toys.

Okay, not that serious.