December 30

Brady is the only one of my kids who flatly refused to take dance classes: Logan took a year (and would absolutely have continued had he not gotten sick), Isaac had three years, and Abby is currently in her ninth. But Brady? Nope. Wasn't gonna happen. Period. End of story. Ironically, though, he's the biggest dancer in the house right now.

As the credits played after we watched Shrek 2 this evening, my little sassypants couldn't resist jumping to his feet and swerving his hips to the music. In fact, that tends to happen whenever he hears music with a good beat. He shakes and laughs and shakes some more. (And, as evidenced by this image, makes plenty of sassy faces.)

I love that he quietly likes to dance. And I love that whenever he gets up to shake his moneymaker, I have flashbacks of Logan doing the same. It's bittersweet, of course, and always will be, but it's such a blessing to see that part of him manifested in his littlest brother.