I'm just gonna stuff my face into this candle for a bit, is that okay with you?

We're 30 something hours from September and it was 83 degrees in Nederland at 9am this morning. The way I see it, the air damn-well better be crisp if any part of my day is going to be obstructed by a school bus. And I want it to smell of apples and spent foliage.

Now hear this, you... weather, you. Hot evergreen and dirt is the "eau de Rocky Mountain July," and I'm ready for scents that make me want to simmer pork loins in apples and butternut squash. Now fix it.

The only thing keeping me sane is Yankee Candle's new scent, Treehouse Memories(tm).

Speaking of "fix it", Courtney posted photos of Owen and his hats. I confess to be the source of the hat that kept popping off his head of its own accord. It was preemie sized, but I never gauge check, so there are two things that could explain this phenomenon; either I sized it for a premature kitten rather than a 4 lb human, or Owen has inherited a Wilson cranium. Being blessed with Weeks feet is bad enough.

Weeks Feet + Wilson Head = A Lot of Time in Specialty Stores.

The good ladies of the NICU were kind  enough to give Owen a more appropriately sized hat for his forays out of the Giraffe. Not to look a gift horse in  the mouth or anything, but the hat teeters dangerously close to USC colors. And as everybody who is anybody knows, nobody likes USC. Not even USC fans.

Nana to the rescue.

There. Fixed it. 

He's got a Packers hat in transit, and now the Fins. Next will be in honor of the SUPER BOWL CHAMPION NEW YORK GIANTS, and after that will be the Washington Redskins. They're going to be last because I need to give everyone a chance to forget that this all started with colors that teeter dangerously close to those belonging to USC. And nobody likes USC. Unless they're playing Notre Dame.