As I was pouring the water on the oatmeal this morning, K quietly walked up to the radio, and began to play with the buttons. When she had switched us from NPR to a jazz station, she cooed, grinned at me, and began to sway in time to the music, looking very pleased with herself.
Who wants to hear about politics and the economy anyway?
Ooo, not me! SweetP is a little dancer, too, usually spinningtil she falls over. When are you driving out here so we can see you all?