Those of you who know my brother will appreciate this story. Those of you who do not will probably just think my family is weird.
For many years my brother has had a dance move called "The Butt Dance." I am not sure when it started exactly, but it has been around a very long time. There are no words to really describe this dance. One actually has to see it to appreciate it. But the name at least gives you a little bit of an idea of what the dance involves. If you were at my wedding reception, you will most likely recall the brief moment Forrest displayed this wonderful choreography.
Buddy has apparently inherited "The Butt Dance" gene. Every now and then I swear I feel his baby bottom thump a few times against my belly, as if doing an imitation of Uncle F-man's dance. It is not a limb, it is round and I think the head is somewhere else. (I have felt the head try to poke out of my belly as well - as if baby boy is trying to sit up or something.) All of these movements inside are very strange because I have no control over them. And some of them make me laugh. Such as the Baby Butt Dance.