Dancing Boy

Watch this video of our Dancing Boy-This is the day it all began...
(Did you catch his "signature move"? It's the Crazy Head-Bob!)

I introduced you to my littlest one in the post "My Itchy Baby", and next month, you'll be meeting my oldest. Today, I would like you to meet my "Dancing Boy"...

Dancing Boy is full of personality! He inheirated from my dear Tin Man (you think I am kidding, but I am not!)

As a baby, he fell down the stairs before he could crawl! (Thank God it was only four steps on carpet...) As a toddler, he ate the rocks right out of the fireplace and ate the raw rice in the sandbox by the handfuls, and of course, he ate the sand on the beach before I could stop him... Oh!-I was exausted chasing him and saving him from himself!

At five and a half, he has a smile or a hug to give, and always wants to share a cuddle. He loves to squeese my hand in our "super-secrect family code" to say I love you without words... He is a charming, easy-going little guy most of the time. (His favorite foods are marshmallows and jelly beans...that pretty much sums up our Dancing Boy!) He also plays football-but his favorite parts of the game are giving the other team his "scary face" and showing off after a touchdown...


(At his first Detroit Lions/Chicago Bears game this fall-on the FIELD! With the Ref! Telling the Ref he was a Chicago Bears Fan, Not a Detroit Fan!-I told you, PERSONALITY!)

At our cabin this past summer, there was dancing in the street with a live band. On the very first night, our Dancing Boy (who we didn't know was a dancing boy yet) asked me if I could hold his ice cream cone so he could go dance. He danced for the full TWO HOURS...Every week he would ask if it was dancing night-and we would go and watch him dance...By the end of the summer, he had a fan base!

Now, Tin Man has some rythmn, but he was a baseball player and hockey player as a kid. I was a soccer player without much rythmn...but somehow, our crazy genes have created this dancing boy...After his summer of dancing, he decided he wanted to take a dance class. So, we are now the proud parents of a Tap Dancer-who is actually pretty good! (He doesn't even care that he is the only boy in his class-he is there to DANCE!)

~Ruby Red Slippers...NOT Tap Shoes!