It's the Copa Cabana around here.
Last night I made dinner--fish and risotto just so you know--and Ella watched from her play yard.
Part of how I get away with leaving her "alone" while I cook includes music. And dancing.
I dance big.
I dance like my 15 month old is watching.
She giggles and shakes her bootie.
There are arm movements and head shaking involved in our dancing.
Until she whacked her head against the wall of the play yard and I had to rescue her. (Fortunately just before I got the risotto started.)
Her first dancing injury.
Luckily, the memory of a toddler is short, and we were back to the boogie after some cuddles and playing in the living room with oh-so-safe stacking cups.
With any luck there will be video of her dancing soon. As for my dancing, well, that's just for Ella to see.(And BTW, isn't it neat that I have the energy to dance vigorously while I cook? Things aren't all bad around here.)