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Tears, Fears and My Boy Elliot

Guess what? I just figured out how to embed music on my blog. Now every time you visit, you'll be treated to one of Floydjoy's Fave Raves.

You're welcome.

Of course, if you just can't stand my tasty selections, or you just plain want to watch a video, all ya gotta do is stop the player. What ... I can't do everything for ya.

In other news, Elliot had his first laugh tonight. Two of them, actually. Woo hoo!

If only he knew how he did it. But let me tell you, being a parent doesn't get much better than that. Robin got him to do it by rubbing lotion on his hands. Guess she hit a pressure point. As soon as he did it, my ears perked up like "Whaaa???"

If only I could bottle these moments.

Hey, the rest of you stop listening for a minute, I've got to say something to my son.

Elliot, I don't know what it is, but you do something every day that lights me right up and leaves me with a big, stupid grin on my face. Stay gold, Ponyboy.



Also, the guys who gave us the literal A-Ha video in my last post have struck again. This gives you an idea of how surreal the 80s really were.

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