Pet Shop (Baby) Boy

Captured on "film" two months ago:

I had to step out of the kitchen for a minute, so I decided to let the Pet Shop Boys entertain baby Miles. To ensure that those fellas did their job, I left my make-shift nanny cam/ laptop recorder on. What was recorded is solid gold new wave sweetness.

Miles sits for one minute exactly before his limbs can no longer resist the arm-waving compulsion that is the Pet Shop Boys. There was no external choreographical prompting, no Martha Graham hand cues being given; this is all impromptu glory. That is if you can wade through the first minute of an 80's flashback. In this house, there is always some sort of musical event occurring. Be it banging on the piano with Grandpa, drumming with Granddaddy, singing with Grandma and Grammy, or learning about the differences between East coast and West coast hip-hop with Dada. With me, Miles gets to practice self-expression and performance art, as seen above. For Christmas, Santa will be dropping off unitards and jazz shoes for all. I'll draw the line at slouchy socks and braided sweat-bands. We certainly are not the set of Fame, even if that is my deepest, most secret desire.

Enjoy! Remember, the arm-party starts after the first minute.