He's Gonna Be A....Dancer?
Each time I was pregnant and my babies started to kick Dave would say, 'he's gonna be a soccer player'.
He's even been known to stick out his own belly and announce the same.
Dave and Jenn - 2000
So last week when Crew walked I had to laugh because this kept running through my head-only it was 'dancer'. I had taken Chloe for her first Irish dancing class (she's finally deemed it worthy) and since it was the first class we got to stay and 'watch'. Though I am not sure if quietly hiding in the back room with 6 or 8 other parents all trying to peer through the crack in the blinds counts as watching.
Anyway, I was there with Lara reminiscing over the good old days of pink sponge rollers and blistered feet when Crew did it. He walked! He just picked up a little girl's pump and took off. I guess the Irish flows through his veins too. He heard the music and just couldn't help it...he just had to get up and dance!
I'm pretty sure that Dave would prefer that he become a professional water-skier so I'm fairly certain there will be some discussion if Crew decides he'd like a kilt rather than a wetsuit. It would make sense though if your mother was a dancer and your Granda is a penny whistle-blowing-bodhran-bangin-bagpiper.
Crew squeaks and squeals and waves his arms and just has so much fun when he walks! I guess this makes up for our sadness at how quickly he is growing up.
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