Dance Fever

Like most kids, Jakey is a dancin’ machine.  He rocks back and forth, from butt cheek to butt cheek, countless times a day.  You’re obliviously walking through Target and don’t even notice “Hey Soul Sister, ain’t that Mister Mister…” going on in the background until you see Jake rocking to the beat.  If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Two weeks ago we went to Farmer’s Market in SLO (more on this later) and every block had a new live band.  Jakey was in heaven.

One afternoon he did an unforgettable rendition of the robot with various levels of bending at the waist.

Anything that makes a sound can be danced to… a cell phone ringing… the oven timer going off… but funniest of all is the thermometer.  (I’m sure Jacob will be soooo embarrassed by this blog in the future.  “Mooooooooom!  I can’t believe you wrote that!… that’s what he’ll say when he can speak in sentences.)  So, the thermometer.  You know the one.  The “unmentionable” thermometer.  It goes beep beep beep when it’s time to read the temperature, and brings a whole new meaning to the words Dance Fever.