Sometimes when we're fixing supper, we turn on a little Pandora radio and have our own dance party in the kitchen while our food is cooking.
Tonight, we were tuned into a motown station, one of my personal favorites. We were dancing, twirling, spinning, and just generally getting down with our bad selves when Max stopped and said, "Mama," holding out his little hands. He grabbed a hold of my hands, twirled around once, and then took my hand in his little hand, brought it to his face, and kissed it. <3
Max has always been a loving baby, but lately, there are times that I could just melt into a puddle because of some of the little things he does or says.
For example:
I was cleaning up in the kitchen last week, when Max started saying, "MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA..." A little peeved by his impatience, I said, "Yesss, Max?!" He looked at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes and said, "I laaa yeww."
It really is all about the little things and little moments...
It's the Little Things... like a diaper box turned robot costume (made especially by Daddy!). |
Our little dancing robot |
"Dancing is the poetry of the foot." -John Dryden