Dance, Dance

Emma has learned how to dance, I believe from her friend next door. It is way too cute, she either twirls around in circles or else she bounces up and down (baby form of the Kennedy for those of you who are familiar). All you have to say is Dance, dance and she is bouncing away. We were trying to wean her off the bottle but never really did because of convenience, she seems to be doing it herself now. She will only drink about half and then just wants to play with it and fling milk all over herself and the lucky parent that is giving it to her. She is also becoming a little girly girl wanting to dress up with hats, scarves or mom's silkies. I hear her stirring, that means I have to run and change the laundry before she is fully awake!