Zane’s got a new dance.

So my boy can move. I know he’s not yet a month old, but he’s got a new dance. I call it the poopy squirm and I think it’s going to be sweeping the nation. You’ll see it in all the baby nightclubs within the year (since apparently that’s the time of day when babies are the most active). Granted, he’s moved more by what’s moving inside of him than by the beat of the music, but sometimes I just like to put on some techno music while he’s working it out and pretend that he’s got mad rhythm. Seriously, this kid wiggles so much when he’s working on a number two, he’s hard to hold on to. If I kicked my feet and flailed my body as much as him, I’d wiggle right off the toilet seat.