London Bridge

"How come everytime you come around,
My London, London bridge, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, we goin’ down like…"

That's Cole's new favorite dance song: London Bridge by Fergie. You have to dance around for him while you sing it, and be sure to poke him in his big belly right when her voice jumps a few octaves on the third "London" ["London, London, LonDON" (= poke here!)].

Mornings with my boys are turning me into a morning person. I work about 13 shifts a month, and those are random smatterings of mornings, evenings and nights spread out over weekdays and weekends. So I usually end up working only about four 7am weekday shifts in a given month and maybe 2 or less weeknight shifts (which keep me in the hospital until 7 or 8am)... meaning Dan only has morning duty about 6 weekdays a month, and the rest of the weekday mornings, while most people are getting up and going to work, I'm getting up and hanging out with my babies. Sometimes it's hard to get going if I've worked until the wee hours of the morning the evening before... but once I see their precious little faces it is so easy.

When I go into Cole's room in the morning he giggles and jumps up and gives me the million-watt smile that I love so much. Now he likes it when I turn on the local hip-hop station on his little stereo and give him a little dance show before I pick him up out of his crib. It's a big bonus when London Bridge happens to be playing and I get to do the Belly Poke. I get a HUGE belly laugh.

He's turning into quite the little dancer, because of course he wants to imitate everything Mama and Dada do... including our crazy dancing techniques. If you've ever seen Dan and I dance, you know the boy is learning some serious moves. He's getting more and more groovy with each family jam session in the living room. This past weekend, in addition to all the arm moves and "loose neck" head-bobbing, he got his legs into the picture... He started moving his right foot back and forth to the beat, and he also spread his legs wide apart and got low like Mama does. 'Attaboy! I've even taught him the joys of car dancing. Yeterday a good song came on the car stereo. I heard giggling in the back and turned around to see little funky white boy waving his hands around in the air, moving his head and clapping "like he just don' care". Go Cole! Women will be swooning in about 15 years.....