Whatever we give Isabel for dinner, she always has a massive energy burst afterwards. Tonight she had fish, chips and peas followed by a tangerine (not a msssive infusion of sugar!) and then decided that we should engage in our semi-regular post-dinner ritual of dancing. What usually happens (at least in the last few weeks) is that she and Husbandio dance to things like Greased Lightning or cheesy songs off the school disco album, but tonight we went with Islands in the Stream (the Comic Relief Gavin & Stacey version, naturally) followed by some INXS.
The results are below - enjoy (and sorry it if comes out sideways, I couldn't work out how to make either Picasa or Blogger rotate it, which is annoying). I know, I know, I should move to Wordpress, but my life is now governed by Google and I just don't have the energy, time or mental strength.
She loves her dancing, and we love watching her, but unfortunately she's always really grumpy afterwards, even though today we'd warned her that if she was grumpy after dancing then she'd forfeit tomorrow night's telly. Made no difference at all, she still sulked and was rude and stroppy afterwards and told us she didn't care that she'd lost Monday's TV. To which our reply was, "That's lucky then!"
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