The Yellow Submarine

One of the things that I can't get enough of is how this Goose can find joy and amazement in just the little everyday things. Her happiness when she sees an animal (real or fake) and is compelled to say 'Hi!', ask for a 'Hug?' and then blow an air kiss, the excitement when the 'doot doot' truck comes by on Wednesday mornings to pick up trash, or how it is physically impossible for her not to dance when music Raffi's Yellow Submarine comes on (ok, so for a hot minute in college I can relate to that last one - Nelly anyone?).   Either way our nightly ritual now includes a  strictly scheduled and attendance mandatory dance party every night in the VIP room (hers) at 7 pm.  If you'd happen to be a fly on the wall at this hour chances are you'd witness a variety of dress (business attire, a diaper, and whatever happened to be clean that day) and an even wider array of dance styles (I can discern Dubbie's Irish folk dance but the others. . . jury is still out).

Aside from the Soul Train happening upstairs, there has been a LOT of lap running around our house. And by a LOT I mean hours, of running, in circles, a lot.  Sometimes it involves pulling a doggy, pushing a toy or kicking a ball while we chase her around the pool table for HOURS, and sometimes it simply requires that we run in endless circles in the backyard. I don't have a picture only because if you're present, you're required to run, but on multiple occasions I've taken a mental picture of the shenanigans and it looked exactly like this:

Either way, I can tell you that she is a happy, active, talkative little person who keeps us on our toes!