Cha Cha Cha

As the boys were eating breakfast this morning, I fired up some music from our vast collection.  Sam Cooke's "Everybody Loves to Cha Cha Cha" came on, at random.  Now, this song is a favorite of mine and AJ's; we've danced to it pretty since before he was even walking, I think. 

As I looked up from the tablet, I saw that Alec already had his bib off.  He was chanting cha-cha-cha, cha-cha-cha and trying to push his highchair tray away. 

I cleaned him up and he ran off to dance, chanting cha-cha-cha the whole time.

 

Space explorers

Defending the universe.  From overheating.  

Is there anything cooler than a big brother who knows how to fly a spaceship AND defend the world from aliens?  Alec doesn't think so.

Inside the spaceship.

Someone doesn't really seem to understand the seriousness of the mission. Also, that we don't throw peas on the floor. The copilot still needs some training.

"He's playing with me! I have no idea what is going on, but he's not yelling at me for a change!"

Star Wars, if they should bar wars...