Alex is in love.
Sorry, all you little cuties in our toddler class, but Elsa's got you beat!
This morning, my
perpetually happy son was grouchy. Diapers, teething tablets, food, milk,
cuddling… Nothing righted his little world. He kept pointing towards the
television. So, I tried everything around it, all of his toys, blankets,
singing songs, playing around with him. Nope. Inconsolable. Finally, after over
a solid hour of my son's unhappiness, I turned on Frozen. Alex promptly stared
at the television and started bouncing along to the opening song. Elsa hit the
screen, and the giggles began. So, yes, I turned on the television. Afterwards
my son started laughing, pointing to the screen, and happily babbling at me.
The other day, at
Disneyland, we watched a marching band perform. They played several songs for
which Alex was fully awake, no signs of an impending nap. It was a marching
band in close proximity after all. Alex couldn't possible sleep within that
range of drums, trumpets, etc. Except then they started playing "Let it
Go." Asleep before the end of the song. Played by a really loud marching
band.
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