The sproglet is dancing up a storm right underneath my bellybutton.
Who needs TV when I can watch my belly roll and shake as my kid giggles and boogies?
The pups are lying on the same couch, curled up with Kate's head on Yeager's belly, both fast asleep. I wish my camera was right next to me, because I know if I get up, they'll wake up and move.
If it weren't so dang cold, I'd pretty much be in a domestically enhanced state of bliss right now.