Shallow

My deep thought mode has been out done by Sebastien's screeching hungry baby teradactyl mode. Now that he's sleeping, the rest of my waking night will be spent looking at things on the internet with BBQ Pit Masters plays on the tube in the background.

Go Myron. Go.

GENIUS HAIR

Oh, and...

I finally discovered what Sebastien's purpose in life is. It's the 13th commandment (the one in fine print): 

Thou shalt suck boob and give thine mother hell.

And he's doing a damn good job at it. Extremely punctual and proficient. Good job S.

In Leew

In lieu of blogging in the bloggin blogosphere, as I promised myself I would do despite the all-encompassing job of learning how to be a MOTHER, if only to keep the writing juices flowing (in lieu of me + guitar time), I've actually been living a life that is starting to resemble my old one in many ways.

And the biggest (and most important one) being: Hello recording studios...I'm baaack!!! Hello buttons and microphones. Carpeted walls. Talking to machines when you think no one is listening. Listening to the sound of an upright bass with every cell in your body. All day long. Hello music that no one has heard except you and the people making it. Many times a week. On a weekly basis.

It's funner this time around.