Put your right foot in...

When I was little, Mom enrolled me in ballet with Miss Snookie (practically every little girl in Paintsville did ballet with Miss Snookie). I wasn't much of a dancer, but I loved the classes, and I especially loved when we turned our fingers into legs and practiced dance moves. We'd all hover around the mat on the floor, and Miss Snookie would tell us how to make our little fingers do the Hoakie Poakie.

Similarly (and probably around the same age), my Papaw Dennis could cause me to erupt in giggles by turning his hand into a "spider" and threatening to tickle me while I sat next to him on a stool at dinner.

Tonight, Landon and I were both upstairs giving Cora a bath. Landon turned his fingers into legs, and those legs ran up Cora's arm all the way to her neck and tickled her under the chin. She loved it. And then she stood up, came to me, and pointed her index finger down on the edge of the tub. She poked me on the arm, and then the shoulder, and then under the chin, and then she erupted into giggles.

It won't be long before our tiny dancer is ready for a dance class. Time is flying!

I'm telling you, she loves this hat, and she loves the purse that Aunt Feather left here for her. She looks like a little bag lady in her fuzzy footy PJ's, her hat, and her purse, along with her shopping cart full of her most precious belongings (Baby Mia, her lovey, and her sippy). We're a little concerned that she's aspiring to be a bag lady, but we're hoping that she's merely eccentric.

This is a game that she likes to play with Landon. Landon goes to put something in the closet, she closes the door behind him, and then she stands outside laughing until he comes out roaring. I happened to be trying to snap a pic of her morning attire when Cora took the opportunity to shove Daddy behind the door.

Sunday Funday! Cora was all ready for the Super Bowl party wearing something super comfy - an outfit from Grandma M made of bamboo. Bamboo!

I love that we have to roll the pants up tight around her bottom to keep them up - and that the shirt is all tight around her belly. 

 When you have a husband who is trained in turfgrass, pulling the "bad" grass out of the "pre-emmergent" grasses is a Sunday priority. I was a little alarmed when I learned the "bad" grass is bluegrass. Hold your horses, Mister! Leave that grass right where it is!

I don't think Landon minded the interruption.

 I love this pic. It is so random, but this is Cora's back-up as she poises herself to have a seat in a lap. Anytime one of us is sitting on the ground, this is the treatment we get. I'm not sure what had Landon laughing so hard, but I bet that she had just attempted to sit down and missed, and had popped-up and was trying again.

And, a little belly action. Yardwork is exhausting!