#332 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 2

Last time, it was Hubbie, baby girl and I, dancing in the kitchen of our old home. So many memories there. So sweet, so happy. So full of wonder, joy and gratitude.

This time: dancing in our new (albeit old) kitchen in our new house, with Hubbie, baby girl, and my sis and her hubbie.

Baby girl spotted the boppy song. She turned up the volume on the radio that had been on an intermediate level as we chatted casually in the kitchen, snacking on bocconcini, crackers and pickles. We all responded in unison, our hands in the air, waving them about.

Seconds later, we were on the floor with her.

Crocodile Rock, Elton John.

“Laaaaaaaa!” we yelled to her. “La la la la la.”

“La la la la la…. la la la la la!”

Hands waving about, jumping up and down, dancing like crazy.

If only I had gotten the video recorder out to capture such a loving and happy time… it was one of those moments, where we were having too much fun to remember anything organised like that.

Good thing I have this online journal though 😉

 

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