What a wonderful day we had over here at the house that Scrooge built. Crazy Aunt Vicky came to town yesterday with her even crazier dog Harry and this made Alex all kinds of giddy gumdrops. It made him so excited in fact that this afternoon, he suddenly stopped protesting walking and realized that he needed a better way to get over to his wacky aunt and her looney dog as quickly as possible.

So he finally stood his cute little butt up and just walked across the room.

Then he decided to show off his smooth dance moves, proving that he could have been walking for months but, as he puts it ”just didn’t feel like it“…

We all burst into wild, uproarious applause, as if he’d just scored the winning goal at the world cup. He really got into the spirit of it and started to imitate our applause…

Evidently over-stimulated from the applause and glee, he proceeded to projectile vomit all over Aunt Vicky, this was followed by big laughs and more applause. 

He finished the evening’s performance with a Cher impression. (He really knows his way to my heart.)

The Cher impression gave me the great idea to watch my favorite movie, so after the wee boy hit the hay, we poured ourselves some Cosmopolitans, baked some Tombstone pizzas and watched Moonstruck. A most excellent evening indeed!