For about a month now, Marlo has pretty much demanded dinner music. She literally goes on a hunger strike if there aren’t tunes playing while she’s eating. She’s not picky. I can just play her little tykes radio, or even just sing her some ridiculous made up song about how much she loves her oatmeal. As soon as the song starts, she hangs her mouth open. Without it, her lips are like an iron fortress.
Lately, though, I can tell she really likes the song if she starts dancing. This girl’s got some rhythm, too. Here she is rockin’ out to Lykke Li.