Just yer average Monday.

Yesterday I went to my mom's to visit. Fun times and she baked an apple pie for me to bring home. Hands down the best pie I've ever had. My mom makes amazing pie. The crust is just the right amount of flaky and the top was crackly crisp with a wee bit of sugar. Coming in at a close second for best pie I've ever had would be when we were at this Amish auction. We used to frequently spend time in Amish Country up in Jamesport. This guy my dad was friends with was friends with lotsa Amish guys (I'm serious!) and my dad bought a horse from this Amish guy and anyway..we were at this Amish auction and I was busy longing to be Amish as usual and they had pie. The day was kind of cold and windy and at that age I had romanticized the idea of being Amish so much that I desperately wanted to speak German and be courted by a quiet Amish boy. Point of this story: pie. Right, so it was cold and all the adults were drinking coffee and eating pie in the basement of this enormous farmhouse and I ate a piece of warm raisin pie that had just been baked and RAISIN, I know, right? But it was delicious and I will always remember that piece of pie. This evening, Roommate and I had just wriggled out of our pants for a proper hug when the baby woke up from her nap. I scolded him and demanded less foreplay next time! The baby likes hummus. She totally stands up now, a skill she hadn't mastered Saturday morning but by afternoon was a pro. She has developed this thing in her Stranger Anxiety phase where she tilts her head to the side and will slowly crack a smile looking all bashful and demure. Seriously works. Also, she waves. Hysterical. Each time she does it we're both like AH! LOOK! WOW!! She waves! Will her teenage years bring such amazement? ha. I seriously cannot wait to have more. Roommate said, "But we're not done playing with this one yet!" True, true. Just excited for more...at some point. Tomorrow: work bye