Dancing: The more individuals I meet with Ds, the more I'm convinced a dancing gene lives on that extra 21st chromosome. I am not kidding when I say these folks can get down!! And this is absolutely fine by me since I enjoy a little booty-shaking from time to time. I think Reese & I are gonna get along just fine.
I've watched a few clips of the dances sponsored by the DSG. The teenagers & young adults in attendance dance like no one's watching. They feel the music & simply move. Reese just recently began busting some moves of her own & I swear sister's got the gift.
Please forgive the exuberant clapping at the end - Reese is not a modest dancer
Daddy's Girl: You would think Reese would prefer the parent who spends ALL day with her. The parent that bathes her & dresses her in ridiculously cute clothes. The parent that obediently complies with all of her occupational, physical, & speech therapy assignments. The parent that reads her favorite books & slips her pieces of chocolate on occasion. Nope, mom is okay until about 5:00 & then she's chopped liver. Daddy's home & this girl goes berserk.
Ben & Reese have had a special bond since birth. While I spent hours researching Ds & heart defects, he spent equal amounts of time just loving & cuddling our precious girl. When I was scheduling doctor's appointments & networking with other parents in the Ds community, he was playing Peek-a-Boo & eliciting Reese's first smiles. Ben admittedly has never researched anything on Ds. He says I do enough for both of us & it's probably true. It's not that he doesn't care - he asks questions & listens intently when I'm telling him something of importance - but he just doesn't sweat the small stuff and I love him for that. So does Reese.
The Protector
The Cuddler
Daddy's Girl
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