As I recently posted, Baby M has finally outgrown his colic. Unfortunately he has now started teething. This poor kid can't catch a break. Today seemed to be particularly painful. He was very fussy, didn't want to nurse and tried to chew just about anything he could get his mouth on (except for teething rings, he had no interest in those, but books, blankets, my fingers, the computer keyboard, and any other large unwieldy piece of plastic he gummed with reckless abandon).
By evening I was getting desperate for ways to comfort him and decided that we needed to have a dance party. Getting down to some good tunes always makes me feel better and I reasoned that it might work for my offspring as well. So I dialed up Dee-Lite's World Clique on the iPod (which tells you just how long it's been since I danced anywhere other than my living room) and started bouncing around with Baby M. He totally dug it! He liked it when I jiggled him around on my hip. I put him down on the couch and he wiggled his little legs and arms to the beat. He chortled when I performed a fabulous routine that combined the best of Janet Jackson and Billy Blanks. I think Baby M is going to grow up to be a club kid, he's always seemed to prefer Britney and Usher to Mozart and Vivaldi. Once he's a bit older he'll probably be a regular at Baby Loves Disco and heading out to the desert for some crazy baby rave party.
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