Naked Dance Party
He runs around in circles, dives on the carpet, squeals with delight at the airy freedom of it all. She, not walking yet on her own, tries hard to keep pace. She gets up on her knees, dramatically falls over, claps for her own performance, and then crawls off.
Eventually, Matt and I succeed in herding them into the bathtub where they splash and pile bubbles on each other’s heads and fight over the Elmo submarine toy.
On April 28, 2011