You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
– Khalil Gibran
So last Sunday we went along to Monski Mouse’s baby disco dancehall. We’ve been a lot these past few years, and I swear it gets better every time we go. It’s amazing to see how different the children are every time we go – more confident, recognising songs and singing along. Betsy has always loved it, but it’s only been the last couple of times we’ve been that she’s ran straight into the middle of the dance floor to dance as soon as we get into the venue.
Arthur was a revelation. Last time we went in May he was crawling, this time round he had found his most favourite place on earth. I don’t think I’ve seen him so excited. He didn’t stop running. He would run in big circles around the dance floor, exploring every corner of the Spiegltent, sometimes clapping, sometimes waving his arms over his head. He ran up to one of the dancers and clapped along with him before running off again. That photo above was literally the least blurriest of all the photos I took of him that day!
I was exhausted. Good times though, and an excellent end to an excellent week.