intuitive Betty Crockerism

One of my best friends just had her third baby, and I am so delighted I've been dancing about the house driving my husband to napping. To his credit, he laughed at my antics, then napped.

My delight is due in part to how very much she and her husband wanted children, and the difficulty they had for years in becoming parents. My delight is also due in part to how truly amazing both she and her husband are- any child born to this couple are well blessed to begin with.

Now, due to the glory that is social networking sites, I've been able to follow along all day as she was induced (in Alaska) and he was awaiting word of his daughters birth via a phone call (in Iraq). Finally, word came in, proud papa third time 'round announced the details, and I've been hopping about and whooping ever since.

What to do with this excess of energy? What any woman does when a friend has a child: start baking.

Does it matter that it's ten o'clock at night and the spiced pineapple zucchini bread won't be done till nearly midnight? No.

Does it matter that I can't even ship it to her, being a bazillion miles away (although still closer than her husband, by golly)? No.

It was merely bake or implode.

It's nesting via proxy, but maybe that's a side effect of the internet age. Go figure.

Perhaps knitting would be more useful, although I wouldn't trust me with knitting needles right now.

And really, wooly yarn doesn't make my house smell this good.

God I am so drunkenly slap happy with joy.

Congrats to two people who deserve all the children they could ever want. I'm going to eat baked goods to celebrate.