Bust a Move and Do It Where You Live!!!

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Nine month old Brielle loves to dance. One of the few bright spots in my life right now. She has the head moves of Stevie Wonder, the arm moves of Joe Cocker, the leg moves of Neil Young and the soul of Aretha.

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Rowan said…
I LOVED your descriptors there! Made me totally understand her "moves". My son is a bum wiggling, finger pointing, jumper, swayer. Sort of like John Wayne got hyped up on some bennies and visited the early 1920's. :)
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