How is it that I waited nearly three and a half years to have this particular dance/couch jumping party? Somehow the combination of a too-quiet rainy morning, fragrant granola toasting in the oven, and a selfish desire to rouse my boy's jet-lagging grandmother (who came to us last night straight from her annual idyll in Ashland, Oregon) inspired me.
And now? Now Gabriel has a word for his power fantasies that alternately involve karate, volcanoes, dinosaurs, monster trucks, knights, ninjas, superheroes, wild horses, and football.
He's superbad.
4 comments:
I love these pics!
Me too, especially the second one.
H, now you know all about this scene firsthand! But the jumps and air-punches were particularly fantastic yesterday. A, yes, I love it too- it communicates the quality of badness, as in Michael Jackson style bad.
That is my man: "Watch me. Owwww, get on the good foot. Huh."
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