Summer's Gone, Now Winter's On Its Way

My son learned the euphemism "bun in the oven" at a baby shower last weekend, and since then has a small obsession with referring to me as an oven and Maggie as the bun.

Mom, the bun is out of your oven.
Mom, the bun is hungry.
Mom, can I help change the bun's diaper?

It's kind of weird.  I hope he gets over this soon.

 I think I have to make Noah a baby carrier like Greta's.  Because I need this one.  Not for stuffed animals.  This guy's name is Skywalker.  He used to be called Lukie, after Noah's friend at school.  Then, briefly, the more mature Luke.  You see where this is headed.

Why am I so bad at making videos?  I promise I've read our camera manual's chapter about videos.  It's something about focus.  I can't focus.

My friend, Matt, introduced me to this band.  I like them.  I like almost all of their songs.  This is one of them.

As I write this, that girl is sleeping.  As in, still asleep.  It is 7:51 am.  I haven't seen her in nearly 12 hours.  I miss her.  I might go wake her up just so we can be together.  Or maybe I'll sit here with my coffee and wait patiently.