This past weekend was great, mostly because I got to hold an amazingly adorable, amazingly warm and amazingly cuddly three month old who liked to make spit bubbles, stare behind my head and wear Star Wars t-shirts. I also lost a debate with my favorite 4 year old boy over bats and how they are not the same as humans, only because humans have birthdays and bats don’t. Who can argue against that?

This past weekend wasn’t so great because I burned my finger really bad while baking cinnamon buns (NOT ROLLS) late at night. But the buns came out great and it’s not like I really didn’t need a burn scar on my hand. Totally cool.

BTW, I really like making cinnamon buns but I can’t really eat them so if anyone wants a dozen freshly baked cinnamon buns made from scratch, let me know.