Dancing with dad

Tonight mum put Noah to bed, and dad was enlisted to look after me.

I was sitting underneath my blinds but got bored quickly. I cried.

Dad had a song playing on the computer, and came out to me and did a little jig before he picked me up. But before he reached down I stopped crying. I stared at him and his dance moves. So he kept 'dancing' and I kept quiet. I did one of my pre-smile content looks, and even pushed my arms out right in front of me. Dad thought it was great, and he kept moving about waving his arms in front of me, and I kept quiet and intrigued. Well, for a few minutes until my tummy, which doesn't care for dancing, decided it was time for a feed!