yes, another post about my offspring.
This time – he wants to tell you what I am fixated on:
Yup. Those pretty little ankles.
Specifically how he likes to cross them.
Every other day or so, he gets to watch his movie…it’s a treat for him and he sits like a perfect little gentleman the entire time; his little legs crossed at the ankles.
It’s funny to me for some strange reason. Funny because it’s dainty.
Sometimes he gets excited and then he will rub his heels back and forth or flap his arms up and down.
But then as soon as the exciting part is over, he goes back to crossing those little feet.
At times, he attempts to do it the opposite way….
But sooner or later – it always ends up being the other way around…it’s more comfortable I guess.
It’s just not at movie watching times either. It’s when he nurses, and sits in his highchair and when he is in his car seat….sometimes he crosses those bad boys when playing. I think his rapper name should be Kriss Kross Breezy.
But enough about the ankles…let’s talk about the rest of his tv watching setup. He often forgets to blink…and when he does, it’s like a million times in a second. The mouth is always open….catchin’ flys as my Pappap would say.
And he sometimes gets this look of boredom…it’s the disco light section on the Baby Einstein movie – he hates those dang lights. I bet it reminds him of John Travolta. AKA John Revolta.
The hands are usually beside him or capping the knees.
Until it’s over…and then he squirms and squirms hoping that I will press repeat…which I never do…but I think *someone* in the house might…just to make him smile 🙂
So do you guys have babes that do something that just melts your little heart? Any ankle crossers? Or kneelers? Or kids that can’t contain their excitement?
oh – and just so you know this post title makes me laugh out loud because of an old story about my mother. Let’s just say it involved seeing The Ying Yang twins in the airport and my mother claiming that she knew who they were from a late night television show….then to prove her knowledge of Atlanta hiphop, she said they were the ones “who wore their clothes backwards”. We may or may not have been on the Atlanta airport floor rolling in laughter.
p.s. We do not have anything against Mr. Travolta….except for him letting his wife kiss another man in Old Dogs right in front of him…that’s nastier than white disco pants with a brown spot you-know-where.