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For Christmas, two of Addison’s uncles gifted us with a speaker system to allow for a more advanced audio experience in our household. This has turned out to be a HUGE hit chez Cart. We just plug our iPhones in, turn on Pandora, and voila! musical variety abounds.

I adore seeing  Sunny respond and react to music, just further proof that music really is such an innate human passion. They’ll be times when the iPhone stops to ring in a call, and the Bug will stop in her tracks, and glare grumpily at me all, UM EXCUSE ME! I was bouncing, here! Or in the car, if I forget to turn on the radio, she will squeak and squawk until the instrumentation hits her ear drums. And let me just say that Darlingside‘s single, Surround, has a 10-0 success rate in quieting her baby fury when she is SICK OF RIDING IN HER CAR SEAT! DAMN IT! Boys, you have your biggest fan in the littlest body.

Today, we were in the mood to do a little danSing, so I threw on some MJ, because, obviously. Who but the King of Pop to kick off our Friday morning?! Plus, I am doing my duty as a kid of the 80s to keep his legacy alive in a generation that will grow up sans his influence. She’s already mastered the moves to Thriller. HELLO! Far more important than crawling. And sometimes we wear just one glove on our baby hand, not because we’ve “misplaced” the other one in the throes of toys and stuffed animals and packing mayhem, but because it’s important to practice, learn, and experiment with such former fashion trends. Also, because when we get to Massachusetts, gloves won’t be just a fashion statement but a requirement, so best to play around now before that bare hand is threatened with frostbite.

Anyway, Smooth Criminal hit the airwaves, and Addison went B-A-N-A-N-A-S in her bouncer. She’s been getting a tad hefty for that sucker for some time, but today I thought that she might very well launch herself out of its primary-colored embrace. The joy with which she grooved to MJ was nothing short of hysterical so here is a brief video of the action.

Please note that I am behind the camera danSing furiously in my underwear and one of James’ ratty undershirts. Barefoot. Unshowered. And it’s 12pm. Because life in LA LA and as a WAHM is nothing short of perfection when there are no standards for cleanliness or professionalism.

How am I ever going to adjust to life working out, ya know, among people and society? Shit. I did not think this through.

James, you are one lucky tainthead (a term he so endearingly called me yesterday while we discussed the logistics of the move and “our” TO DO list which was really his HONEY-DO list). You’re going to get to experience all the magic of danSing in your undies at noon on a Friday with your baby. Okay, maybe not your “undies” but, you know. I couldn’t be more jealous, or more thrilled, for you. I just wish that everyone experiences this level of pure joy at one point in their lives.

Soaking it all up.