Oh, the joy!
Watching Bea smile and squeal and clap and wiggle dance on the couch while we all watched the Journey medley rock out on the season finale of Glee this week.
Lucky for Bea old school MTV plays 24/7 in Daddy's head -- a constant big ol' rock opera collective. And because both me and Mama love music so much, Beatrice is genetically bound to the beat. (And Mama can tell that Bryce is too as she rolls, bumps and grooves in the belly.)
These are moments that glisten in the sun while the earth underneath tickled softly as you lay still and the sky above morphed to your giddy liking of whatever.
It's like that. Feeling super fly in the back yard with your face soaking dirty wet.
Bea started saying the word happy this week, although she pronounces it "ap-py".
But it won't always be this way. Life can be soaking dirty wet and falling down is inevitable.
Thankfully for my girls the funk has a double-back beat.
Now back to our regularly scheduled mind groove...
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk...