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Dance Party

I was working on the computer in my home office when Owen sauntered in and asked if he could listen to my headphones. I took them off and gave them to him in the middle of the song "Connie" by El Ten Eleven. Owen listened for a bit and began to nod his head to the beat. Then he said, "Daddy, this is my favorite song."

We then decided to "put the song on the speakers" and have a dance party. Marcus joined in and Mommy captured the moment on video. Dance parties are much more enjoyable than data reduction...

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karinms said…
What a great moment! I wish I had stuff like this from my childhood to look back at. They're both so into the dancing!
jcom said…
Love when Marcus looks at the camera and smiles!
Amy Pousson said…
totally love Owen's little RiverDance thing going on there at the beginning.
love catching up on the photos & dance parties! u guys are rad xo
Owen's got a nice haircut. I'm glad to see you have not taught him how to dance more like an indie rocker, i.e., hands in his pockets, minimal lower body movement-perhaps tapping of the right heel,and the obligatory i'm-too-smart-and-eccentric-and-self-aware-to-cut-loose head bob.
Amy Pousson said…
I also just noticed that it was El Ten Eleven...what is WITH YOU and bands and songs with numbers in the name?
mama mia said…
This looks like the kind of happy dance that a class of 3-6 year olds may wish to replicate on the day of the inauguration...I see a dance party in the making...Owen will model for the class the correct Michael Flatly form with added tongue position for concentration and breathing effectiveness and we will be rocking to a new sound and new hope for the future in Room 10 on Tuesday. Hope the district website lets me access mahalo.not.trash so we can view and celebrate in wonderful Johnson style. Plus, Nonna just loves to dance, and the boys keep showing me new moves...hope my knees hold out!

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