Last night while Darius and I were getting ready for bed, I was mostly naked in front of the mirror and started twisting back and forth going, “Shake the baby, shake shake the baby.” When Darius looked at me I said I was preparing him for roller coasters. Darius then said something about the look on my face, which was apparently scarily gleeful.

Tonight we had a friend over and when hanging out downstairs I showed her my shake the baby thing. Darius said that that’s not how you prepare a baby for a roller coaster. He proceeded to scoop me up in his arms and dip and spin me all over the living room/dining room area. We were both laughing. Eventually I said that I don’t think the baby likes roller coasters very much right now and so he put me down.

Yet another reason why I love this man.