Dancing Baby

This morning on my way to work, Baby Rivas woke up a bit earlier than usual.  I noticed partly because I’m the size of a whale, and partly because I swear he was dancing to the radio.  I was sitting in the drive through line at Starbucks (because you can knock up the girl but you can’t take away her Pumpkin Spice Latte) listening to the radio a little louder than socially acceptable and my belly started moving like crazy.  I turned the radio down when it was my turn to order and my belly stopped moving.  After I ordered and pulled forward, I turned the radio up and wouldn’t you know: there goes Mini Me perfecting his dance moves.

So baby doesn’t wake up before 9am, unless it’s to dance.  Good to know.

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