"Staying Alive"? She's never heard it. ABBA? Bee Gees? For my new baby, Emmeline, these aren't disco deities. They're linguistic milestones milestones...

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“Staying Alive”?

She’s never heard it.

ABBA? Bee Gees?

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For my new baby, Emmeline, these aren’t disco deities. They’re linguistic milestones.

So I don’t know what compelled me to haul the 10-week-old bundle of sugar, spice and hair-trigger rage to Baby Loves Disco, a new dance club phenomenon sweeping the nation.

Maybe she’d like the lights. There’s got to be a disco ball. Perhaps she’s a dancing queen in the making. Or maybe, just maybe, her parents need a break.

“That’s the not-so-secret secret,” said promoter Andy Hurwitz. “This is for the parents. Kids will dance to anything — they’ll dance to a ring tone. This is a chance for the parents to get out of the house and do something different.”

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Baby Loves Disco: The Nov. 18 show is listed as sold out; the next event, 11 a.m.-2 p.m. Dec. 31, is close to selling out. There is also a dance set for 1-4 p.m. Jan. 20. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., Seattle. For ages 6 months to 7 years. $12 for “walking humans,” crawlers free. Price includes snacks and juice boxes. Cash bar available for parents. Purchase tickets at www.babylovesdisco.com or 800-594-8499.

Punk Kids: John Doe, lead singer of the seminal punk band X and member of the Knitters, will perform a one-hour solo acoustic set for children ages 5 to 10 and their parents. Doe’s children’s concerts are a blend of traditional American music from Woody Guthrie to Leadbelly, beloved children’s songs, and popular tunes by artists from Neil Young to X. 11 a.m. and 1:30 p.m. Nov. 11, Town Hall, 1119 Eighth Ave., Seattle (enter on Seneca Street). $5 adults, free for age 12 and under with accompanying adult. www.brownpapertickets.com or 800-838-3006.

No more tummy time. Bring on “The Hustle.”

Goodbye burp cloths. Hello bell-bottoms, butterfly collars, white shoes, plaid pants, glowing gold medallions and foot-high curly black disco-fro wigs. Daddy wants to dance.

And Baby Loves Disco is just the place to do it.

The craze started in Philadelphia two years ago and quickly moved to New York, where parents sign up for tickets six months in advance, and where Hurwitz envisions a 5,000-person baby rave in Central Park in the not-too-distant future.

Now Baby Loves Disco is coming to Seattle, with its first event here later this month already sold out at nightclub Chop Suey. It’s also rocking out in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, Boulder, Scottsdale and Minneapolis.

The afternoon dance party features live DJs who mix classic disco tunes from the ’70s and ’80s. “This is not the Mickey Mouse club, and Barney is banned,” promoters note. The Seattle event will include baskets of instruments and a chill-out room with tents, books and puzzles.

In San Francisco, parents lined up for a half-block one Saturday afternoon to cram into the Ruby Skye nightclub.

Except for the daylight and the scores of strollers parked in the lobby and, OK, the changing stations in the hallway, the scene called to mind the hippest of dance clubs — with thumping music, light shows, bubble machines and bottles for kids and adults.

For a few hours at least, that dance club transformed from a three-story sweatbox writhing with babes to, um, a three-story sweatbox writhing with babes.

But these babes wore diapers.

It sure beats the swing sets and sandboxes, says Heather Herron-Libson, a San Francisco mom who helped organize the event.

“There’s nothing else like it that I’ve found,” she said

Usually, her Saturday afternoons are devoted to more sedate activities. “I don’t know, the park, maybe?”

She’s not the only one enraptured by the craze.

“It’s sooo loud and sooooo fun,” said 7-year-old Julia Barsocchini of San Carlos, her eyes wild and glowing.

Her father, David Barsocchini, followed her into the dance hall. He had seen a mention of the dance online and sent the notice to his network of parents. Soon, the whole contingent was on its way to San Francisco, looking for something beyond the usual Saturday-afternoon activities.

“We’d be at the club swimming or something else,” Barsocchini said.

Instead, he’s back at the dance club he used to frequent before he had kids.

That’s another facet of the craze. Beyond looking for something different, part of the attraction of Baby Loves Disco is doing something familiar.

For the Bugaboo set, it’s time to boogie again.

“I used to be a raver,” said Herron-Libson, opening a crate of juice boxes. “But let’s face it, for parents, it’s hard to go out and do stuff like this.”

Indeed, after a half-hour, Emmeline had seen enough, so it was time to go back home. I’m sure she’ll grow to appreciate the music, the dancing or the retro clothes at some point.

But at the moment, she was pooped.

Literally.