Coop’s a foot sniffer. Plain and simple. What started off as a fun little game has developed into a full time obsession. He reminds me a little bit of Molly Shannon’s Mary Katherine Gallagher on Saturday Night Live. Minus the school girl get up and with feet instead of armpits. Whenever the subject of feet come up you can be rest assured that Coop will start a sniffin’. He also thinks that everyone else needs to smell his feet. What’s even creepier is that he feels it necessary to smell Mom, Dad, Targhee and Kokanee’s feet. Someday he will be soooooooo sceeved (not sure this is a word but thought it was fitting) at the thought of even touching his mother’s feet. Here’s a video from over a month ago when we were still living at the cabin. This was back when his little fetish was still sweet and innocent and proof that I might have had something to do with it :). Warning: you may need to turn your volume down as I tend to be a little loud. Shocker, my loud mouth is overpowering my son's cuteness.
Coop also loves to dance. Here’s a video clip of him slow groovin’ to Bob. One of Coop's slower numbers. It's as though he's really trying to soak in Bob's Irie Vibe. Notice the sopping wet shirt. No he hasn’t been sweatin’ to the oldies. This is what his shirts end up looking like towards the end of the day thanks to his CONSTANT drooling. Please don’t hold anything against Cooper for the state of his hair. He’s kind of going through a transition stage while his parents figure out what can be done about his little mop. He’s still recovering from his HORRIBLE 1st hair cut thanks to his Mother (5 months after the fact). Luckily his Dad has trimmed his “bangs” since this was filmed. I have been banned from ever cutting his hair again. He’s well on his way to rockin’ a fine mullet. Judging the state of his hair, one might think he should be groovin’ to Foreigner instead.
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