welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Dance

Posted by Todd & Chelsea at 6:49 PM

Dear Lyla, you’ve gotten to where you look forward to dance each week and even say “dance! mommy!”.  If you see your dance shoes anytime during the week, you get all excited, and then disappointed that it isn’t time for dance.  It’s something I look forward to each week.  You have rhythm and can shake your booty with the best of them.

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