Do you remember my post from two weeks ago? I made an off hand comment about Memmott Men and dancing, in reference to my brother. Well, despite the influence of his mother, Jaeden has truly inherited the Memmott Man dancing syndrome (meaning we can do it, but it's better for everyone if we don't.) It's not that he doesn't look cute doing it now, but it just won't serve him well later; he won't be a lady killer on the dance floor, unless someone other than dad teaches him his dance moves. Remember the movie Hitch, and the safe dance? Well, daddy doesn't do that, and without my knowing it until it was too late, Jaeden watched, learned, and then copied his moves and style...
On the flip side, Jaeden has a new passion that we learned of last week: I opened the door so that he could crawl out onto the porch and have some fun. He left for about 4 minutes, then came crawling back inside with this truck. He hasn't left it alone for a single day since. He loves pushing it around while he crawls around, and he loves looking at the wheels, as you can see here. Such a boy!
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