Old and Lame, but Funny

I'm walking a little gingerly today, thanks to an injury to my left foot. Sadly, this was not the result of anything cool, like rescuing orphans from a burning building, or dunking a basketball in order to win a league championship. Instead, I bruised the bottom of my foot by landing on one of Emmy's bones while frog-hopping across the room to entertain SteelyKid.

This is in a fine family tradition-- my father once blew out a knee trying to do the cossack dance for me-- but it's worth it. In the last week or two, she's started laughing just about every time she sees me-- evidently, I am the funniest person in the universe. And you know, I'm good with that, because as one of my colleagues pointed out, ten or twelve years from now, I'm going to be the most embarrassing person in the universe...

There's no video of the frog-hopping (thankfully), but below the fold is a clip of another endlessly entertaining game.

This is me bouncing her up and down on my knee, like a pony ride. She loves this, and can do it for... maybe not hours, but tens of minutes, which is hours in Baby Time. When I stop, she'll flail her arms and legs like Yosemite Sam yelling "Yah, mule!" until I start bouncing her again.