There is no feeling better than the one I get when I'm dancing to a happy song with my baby. Today Nick and I danced to Volare by the Gypsy Kings. I remember feeling the exact same way when I used to dance with Baby Xander. Now he is too old and bored with it. All he did when I turned up the volume and started dancing with Nick was say, "Too loud."
Xander likes to talk about bodily functions. I praised him this morning for going to the toilet and flushing and washing his hands without any reminders from me, and he said, "I tried to poop. I tried really harder." I sympathized. He said, "I took a big poop." I acknowledged his feat. He said, "Sometimes, I take lots of poops."
Sometimes, he sure does.
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