So, Ana's back in a half an hour.

Yes, her flight gets in at midnight. My mom was thrilled to get an afternoon flight, completely forgetting that means getting in here at the dead of the night.

The baby was adorably developing today. Now, if I put a blanket over my head and say "Evangeline! Wheeere's Connie?" she'll crawl across the room to pull off the blanket and clap.

All about those claps, man.

She'll also laugh uproariously if I stick a toy on my head or hers. It's too easy to amuse a baby.

On another note, while I'm firmly against fiddling with the bagel pantheon, I've got no qualms on the cornbread front. Cornbread with unsweetened chocolate swirled in it is yummy.

I may go to cornbread hell, but that's okay, so long as I'm true to my bagel roots, right?