Sometimes it takes a couple of days to wrap my head around something. I saw this one coming months ago, maybe even a year ago, but it's still a lot to take in when it looms on the horizon as a real thing. I married into a family with a reality show mentality (bet this one would get top ratings) and I'm not at all surprised that burrito and her mama might be moving in with us in a couple of months. Again. Because this time last year we had homeless pregnant mama living with us. I've lost count of the times she's moved in between. I could make a very credible movie of the week pitch right here, or I could move on with my day and get busy on my stuff again. Between the Xanga migration and this whole burrito adventure, my regular challenges are turning me into Super Pinky. Click this monstrosity for merch.

So if I seem a little off the mark lately interacting on twitter or whatevs, I'm feeling scattered again. Lotta things to take care of and plan and do. You other parents out there who aren't quite to the oh crap my child is popping gremlins now stage, don't worry, burritos are so cute by the time you get this old that you can't help turning into a sucker.

Time is ticking.