Friday, January 20, 2012

The Baby’s Dance...

The Baby’s Dance
by Ann Taylor

Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.

Cute poem. And very cute little boy! This is Lizzie Worsham’s son, Peter, who isn’t quite one. When Julia and Lizzie came over yesterday Peter instantly won me over.

Peter’s incredibly good natured and insatiably curious. And he’s going to be a big brother! Adam and Lizzie are expecting another boy in March. Pretty exciting!

It seems like all visitors under the age of four love our plastic dog (affectionally name Jello)! Jello is always a hit and for some reason little people gravitate to climbing on him. I don’t think a real dog would be nearly as accommodating (I’m just saying...) :)