My husband--the man I had assumed knew me? He came home last night and handed me a sheet of paper, and said, "Here, fill this out."
"This" was an empty bracket sheet for the NCAA basketball tournament. Like this. Seriously--he expected me to make picks, and fill out every single bracket for every game. He's known me for over 6 years. He was quite insistent, too. So it's official, he has the March Madness, which is apparently an actual sickness that can affect your brain. Just ask Ariel. HE thinks it's OK to check the due date of your first child against the dates of the tournament. Good thing he's a great guy.
Oh, the bracket sheet? I finally took it, and wrote "GONZAGA" in the center spot. Because I like the look of the word, "GONZAGA." And they won tonight, in what was apparently an upset. And they have this big ol' black-haired guy who whangs himself on the head, HARD, with the basketball...when something good happens.
This morning, Bella was her usual world-o-happiness toddler upon waking. She opened her eyes, smiled, then put her little arms around my neck and just snuggled.
Me: "I love this little girl so much."
Bella: "This little girl loves her mommy so so SO much."
Me: "You're the best girl ever."
Bella: "You're the best mom in the whole, big world."
Me: "Awww. Thank you."
Bella: "You're welcome. That makes you happy? You are happy?"
Me: "Yes. I am VERY happy. Are you happy?"
Bella: "Yes! I am!" (snuggle) "Mommy?"
Bella: "Daddy told me to pull his finger, and, and, I did, and he toooooted...and it was SOOOOO funny!"
It was one for the scrapbook, there for a while.
And in other news...Check back sometime this weekend for the dramatic "reveal" of the no-longer-pea-soup-green-hearth room.
And? If you wanna boost your traffic? Post and/or respond to a controversial topic involving dogs. The debate has raged on into the night; several of them, actually, and I think may have just now died a natural death a few posts down, at The Fussy Dog Spot. My advice? Scroll down and read Sue's and Caroline's comments, numbers 50 & 51, I think (the last ones, last I checked). They say everything I wish I'd said. And Sue? With the Girl Scout analogy? She's funny.
And FINALLY: When I tell you people that I have NINJA POODLES, you believe me, do you hear? Do you see the black blur in front of the baby pony, here? That, my friends, IS a Ninja Poodle, totally freaking out my camera's auto-focus. And it's just ONE of them. So there.