Buns in the oven

So today I overheard a coworker talking to her child on the phone -- it was really sweet. She called her little girl 'peanut' in an uber makes-you-want-to-puke-because-it's-so-cute endearing voice. When she got off the phone the other women around her told her that the nickname was so cute (she had used this nickname for her little girl since she was pregnant), she also said she'll sometimes call her daughter 'monkey' - which made the other women giggle with child-nickname envy.

Now, I don't have a baby, nor am I currently pregnant (the world isn't ready for crazy Liv babies) but when my sister was pregnant with my niece, we didn't call her 'peanut'...or 'monkey'...no, we called that little bun-in-her-oven 'BB'. "What does BB stand for Liv?' You might ask. I'll tell you what it stands for. 'Baby Burrito'. That's what it stands for. My sister craved burritos for days upon days straight...so, naturally, 'baby burrito' was the logical name here. And yes, even after she craved burritos we still kept calling that beautiful fetus 'BB'. We wouldn't have dreamed of calling the baby 'baby casserole' or 'baby caviar' or even 'baby cheeseburger with pickles and onions'.

Now BB has turned into Gracie...a half-crazed, no-fear, jump off a piano into a vat of piranhas in pink dresses two-year-old who never does anything I tell her to unless I buy her Dora stick-on fingernails....and I love her.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

First of all, I would like to say that I have had some coffee this morning, even though it's only half-caf, I feel some buzzin' goin' on. (I always feel weird when I type things like buzzin' instead of buzzing).

B. It is a gorgeous day.

Lastly, I would like to say that I started packing last night. I'm going to be bunking with friends for a little bit, and I will be living in their living room. Ironic? Maybe. Not really. Kind of. My brother thinks so. This is my packing list:

1. Dresser
2. Mattress - I'm not going to move my whole bed, I think I'll be ok with sleeping close to the floor)
3. Rolling Clothes Rack - I won't have a closet...so this will do for now. I set it up last night, it's slightly wobbly, but I guess that's what I get for only paying $10. I just like to think it's dancing all the time.
4. Clothes - I can let the clothes rack dance all by itself!
5. Alarm Clock - I don't always wake up to my phone (sometimes I turn it off when I'm sleeping).
6. Computer/Camera/Guitar
7. Shoes - I haven't quite figured out a way that I'm going to stash these. Right now I have an over-the-door hanger, which is totally awesome, but I won't have a door it can hang-over...which = problem.

There are more - but these are the big ones.

Oh man, a couple of people just came into the office, from the coffee shop downtown, and they dropped off some Fresh Roasted Coffee Beans. I smelled them. It's delightlful. On the label it says "Light and levitating with vanilla-nut toned sweetness". Who comes up with those things? Because I think I would be really good at that! "Round and bulbous with a scoop of hazelnut to zing your tastebuds and bring order to your life".

In conclusion, I was looking through photos and found some fabulous ones of my neice and newphew that make me laugh. So you should laugh at them too. Now!

This is Gabe.

He likes to feed my dog Buddy.

And dress up.

(in fairness to him, his sister Grace dressed him up like this...but he did go along with it).

This is Grace. She is 3. I bought her Dora the Explorer Fake Fingernails. Needless to say I am now her favorite.

They have a great relationship

Grace tends to overshadow Gabe. But isn't it always that way with the oldest child?