Dancing

Nick and I are not dancers. We are not the type of people to turn on music and dance as we clean or go about random daily chores at the house. We don't dance with Henry often at all, so imagine our surprise when our little guy has decided that his body is made for moving. You all, he dances all the time. ALL THE TIME. And it is so adorable that it would make your heart explode. The music comes on and for an instant his little body freezes, then he looks at the TV (the most common source of music in our house) and that little foot, it starts stomping. And then his head starts bobbing, then the arms go up and his entire body gets into it. And always, every single time, he turns to look at us, and he smiles. He wants to see that we see him. He wants to know that we know he feels the rhythm...and he loves it. iPad commercials, Sesame Street theme music, movie previews, if it has music he likes, he is dancing. And we are dancing with him.

I talked to his babysitter today and she said the people kicked off Dancing With The Stars were on The View this morning and the entire time they danced, Henry danced around the living room with them. My heart melted. My sweet dancing boy.

It's so interesting to me who our children become. I have no idea how long Henry will dance. When he may become self-conscious of being the only one dancing in a room. Will he embrace this love or will it die away. Will he be a dancer born to two self-conscious uncoordinated parents. Maybe he will. I know lots of babies dance, but maybe he really does love music already. I was positive before he was born that he would have blond curly hair and blue eyes. It's one of those crazy things about your children. You can't ever predict what you will get, and I would never want to. Nothing could be better than our dark haired, gray eyed dancing boy. He warms my heart.