Up in the Club

Where was I at 10 am today? Up in the club getting my dance on with two cute boys.

Granted, this club was my living room and the music was the dance channel on DirecTV music. Everyone there was wearing pajamas rather than their slinkiest outfit. The drink special was diluted apple juice served in sippy cups and all the boys were under 3 feet tall whose dance moves involved less grinding and more running in circles.



On a rainy morning with a tired mama who has no interest in leaving the house, we danced and danced and danced some more. We danced to Baby Einstein CDs in Joseph's room, we danced to Laurie Berkner band songs on You Tube in the basement, we danced to satellite TV music channels in the living room. We danced anywhere that would keep Joseph from running to the door and yelling "Out in Car!!!" (Which is his way of telling me simply going out in the backyard to play with the toys he sees everyday ain't gonna cut it. When he says "Out in Car!!" he means take me some place new and exciting with lots of kids to play with...and do it NOW!!!!) And we made it through the morning with only relatively minor fits when his demands of "Out in Car" were met with a sound "NO!!!". Although the first thing out of his mouth when I went to get him from his nap was "Out in car". I relented and we made it up the street for some ice cream.

Warm and Fuzzy

These two little videos with my two favorite little men give me the warm and fuzzies.

First, I present, some of Mr. Conrad's earliest giggles and sweet little laughs:



(On a side note what does not give me the warm and fuzzies is Joseph yelling "Pop Pop" and whining in the background. This was a result of Richard informing him on Friday morning that Pop Pop (my dad) was coming that evening. After a nap session that involved more screaming for Pop Pop than sleeping, my mother and I listened to approximately 3 hours of Joseph saying "Pop Pop" over and over and over again. Thankfully he made it by 5:30 and was greeted my a smiling Joseph running to him before his feet touched our driveway).

Second, we have a cute little ditty starring Mr. Joseph at the Vermont Country Store. Everything about this makes me laugh...the ridiculous cow hat on his head, his head bopping to the cymbal monkey and his demands of "Mine! Mine! Mine!" when he hears the accordion.



I love these little men. Yes, yes I do.