Blogilicious

As I nursed BabyBug in the middle of the night a few days ago, I was half awake and thinking about all the cute little things she had done during the day, when suddenly I realized that I have started thinking in blog posts. No longer can I simply think about how much BabyBug loves her changing table - how the moment we lay her on it, if she's upset, she's suddenly calm - oh no, I was thinking about it to myself with the heading "Bug's Happy Place," and writing the post in my head to tell the world about it.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep catching up with me, but this seems like it could be a serious disease... possibly the result of a brain-washing scheme by the folks at Blogger. Maybe every time I read a blog, or write a post, the computer is flashing hidden messages to my brain to teach me to think in blog-lingo. I'm not fluent in any other languages, but I've definitely taken to this one like a moth to a flame.

Obviously, I'm not too concerned about it, as here I am blogging away. I'll write it off as too little sleep and too much time alone with my thoughts. And many years from now, BabyBug will look back and read this and think, "So, that's when Mommy lost her mind."