Djibouti

Troy has finally figured out how to lift himself up into all fours, hands and knees, at the same time. But he doesn’t just hold himself there, he rocks back and forth like he’s doing some sort of dance.

It reminds me of the time I was living with my friend in his basement, and we were watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics. My friend’s son got the biggest kick out of when they announced the country of Djibouti (the D is silent, so it’s pronounced Gee-Booty), because it reminded him of the word for his backside. He would laugh, jump down on the floor on all fours, and start shaking his backside at us. That’s exactly what Troy looks like when he’s doing it, so I’ve started calling that his Djibouti dance!