Before she goes to bed for the night, we spend 15 minutes in her room doing whatever she wants to do. Lately that's a lot of singing and dancing. She'll pick up an old toy and turn it into a microphone and announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now introducing Mama and Daddy!" and then the hubs and I cheer and she hands me the toy and tells me to try it. I take it and speak into it, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now introducing... Lovie!!" and she bows and says "Thank you, Thank you!"
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a pic of my child's crack
It's hysterical. Really, it is.
Tonight, she gave the "microphone" to her daddy and he announced her and said that he would sing while she danced. And that's exactly what happened. Only while she danced, her pullup started falling down and she was bouncing around the room with her little crack showing.
I was in tears from laughing and couldn't get to the camera fast enough.
Then the alarm went off on my phone (all part of our fabulous bedtime routine) indicating bedtime and surprisingly, she settled right down despite all the goofing around.
As Daddy laid blankets on her, I stood in the doorway and said, "I love you sweet baby."
She replied, "I love you sweet bay... mama!"
Heh, this little chica is just so damn awesome and I'm just so damn blessed it's crazy.