Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

The other night I put on Stevie Wonder's Inner Visions from '73 and Estelle came out of her room and just started doing this funk dance that I had never seen. She could have cared less that I was watching. Here's a still shot of it which is lame but it's all I got:

Full splits are no problem for this baby- photos below don't do her justice cause she is right up there with any top cheerleader, a real "T" with right angles -slightly alarming. So much so I didn't get a photo!

Post-nap time today, waiting for Estelle to wake up:


As predicted on the video, tonight, getting her to STAY in bed is proving challenging. It's 10 p.m. and she just came out of her room for the 3rd time - reminiscent of my niece Sara who 25 years ago would chuck her teddy bear down the stairs into my sister's living room to announce that she was about to make an appearance despite the fact that she was to be asleep.
Ah, youth.