Two major ways to tell that a song has made it in our family life is A) Emerald can sing along to it, which is entirely cute as fuck, and B) Natasha accidentally sings it to herself repeatedly. Personally I love it when a song becomes a part of our lives. I should make some sort of ceremony when it happens.
It's cute as fuck. You should see us. We dance a lot. Kitchen dancing, me and the girls, all dancing in our pajamas in the kitchen to "FIRE IN THE DISCO!" or whatever's playing. Isabela dances too but she prefers slow dancing with her daddy.
... this is post number 420. Tee-hee, snicker-snicker!
I would celebrate if I didn't have to work tonight. And tomorrow. And if Gwen was over.