Just before Layla’s bedtime I ask her if she’d dance with me. Usually she flat-out ignores me and continues trying to pull the dogs’ hair out, or whatever other important things she has going on, but then I just scoop her up because I’m bigger and a lot stronger than she is.
I put on the XM Comcast channel. It’s Ocktoberfest right now, so the “Sound of the Seasons” channel is rocking either polka, German drinking songs, or Switzerland Yodelling music. Layla and I march around the living room and pump our fists in the air holding our imaginary umbrellas. She really gets into it.
Last night we played the 80’s channel and she fell asleep against my chest despite my terrible rhythm.
She’s getting along great at Jill’s (the new babysitter) house. Jill has three boys including a one-year-old of her own. Every morning when I arrive with Layla in the car seat, her one-year-old gets excited and walks over to Layla. He gets right up in her face and screams to greet her hello. Layla cries because she’s aggravated that some boy is yelling, point blank in her face first thing in the morning… but she gets over it quickly.
I catch bits and pieces of people talking about him trying to kiss Layla, or Layla trying to kiss him but I try to tune that out real fast.
Layla turns 1 year old in about three weeks. Amazing.
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