It takes my breath away when she dances. She shakes that tush like she's part ballerina, part Bollywood star- with a touch of Cuban club dancer. It. Is. Stunning.
She loves music and dance; she dances to everything from bluegrass to whatever music is passing on a commercial.
We were watching tv the other day and as we were flipping through the channels we paused on a PBS special of ballet dancers. Iyla was sitting on her dads lap on the couch, the second that she registered what was happening on the tv- she jumped off the couch and she ran to the tv. She stood in front of it in rapt attention for a minute and then she started to dance. She mimicked the dancers as they twirled and swayed. She held her hands up like they did and she turned around and around making herself dizzy.
We thought that when she went over to her toy box that she had lost interest in the dancers and were about to change the channel, but she grabbed her teddy and held him to her and twirled with him. Her and teddy danced until she fell over.
I, of course, couldn't keep my eyes dry through out the whole thing.
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