What really goes on when I sleep in on Sunday mornings

On weekends Jason is usually the one to get up when Liza wakes up, since I'm able to sleep in and he never can get back to sleep. In reality, I don't usually go back to sleep, but just lay in bed, revelling in my uselessness. It's heaven. Meanwhile, Jason fixes breakfast for himself and Liza, checks on his fantasy football stuff, etc.

And, apparently he boogies down and films it. I've cut out the worst of my husband's singing along and dancing, so you can focus on the absurd cuteness of my daughter. Without further ado, I present: Superfan!