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2015 Christmas Gift Guide: Item #1 - KidzBop 30

It's exciting that it's that time of year where I get to share some of the best items I come across for the holidays.

#1 on the list for 2016 is KidzBop 30!


I can tell you my boys will be all over this. In fact, my middle child can frequently be found in his room, with the music turned up, dancing his little heart out. So a new CD with the latest hits - in a cleaned up, kid-friendly version - is right up his alley.

The new songs that may be worn out in just a few weeks in our house:


1. Bad Blood
2. Hey Mama
3. Cheerleader
4. Worth It
5. Fight Song
6. Where Are U Now
7. Somebody
8. Lean On
9. Uma Thurman
10. You Know You Like It
11. Photograph
12. I Don't Like It, I Love It
13. Elastic Heart
14. Watch Me (Whip/ Nae Nae)
15. MAKE SOME NOISE!

Yep, that says "Whip/Nae Nae!" Does that dance occur as frequently and wholeheartedly in your house as it does in our's?

Keep an eye out, I heard through the grapevine that there might be a KidzBop Christmas and some musical toothbrushes coming up soon . . .

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