I'm changing the sheets in the bedroom, Bella is trying to cram Delta into Alex's closet, and my husband is cleaning the kitchen, preparing a meatloaf* for dinner, and belting out "Renegade" at the top of his lungs.
And all is right with the world.
*This is Bella's favorite protein-based food of all time. When told that Daddy was making meatloaf for dinner, she gasped and clapped her hands to her face like she'd just been announced a Miss America finalist, jumped up and down, and squealed, "That makes me SO HAPPY! That makes me--just--A! LOT! OF! HAPPY!"
The other thing I have to share before I forget it is what happened during the news. We live in Arkansas, but we kind of "fudge" our address so that we can get our network TV feeds via satellite from New York and California. We tend to have the TV on California stations when the news comes on, for whatever reason, and are frequently drop-jawed at something going on there (for instance--is there a mandatory high-speed chase minimum per day by county, or what? And what's the deal with electing Ah-nuld, anyway? We don't get it). At the top of tonight's newscast:
Newscaster: "Shocking new statistics revealed recently show a marked increase in DUI arrests in California wine-country, compared to other parts of the state."
Alex: (without even looking up from what he was doing, and in loud, cheesy newscaster voice) "FLASH--In Krispy Kreme, Ohio, cholesterol is high! Doctors stymied!"
And so, I love him.
So that's us this evening. A lot of happy. Happy Friday night, everybody.
Oh, yeah--go watch this. All of it. And pay attention to the music.