I'm back from a whirlwind tour of Champaign/Urbana and Houston, with more evidence of the ways that babies change your world.

Pre-baby me would have been mightily peeved at a two-hour weather-related airport delay. Post-baby me was so completely blissed out to just be able to sit with my laptop (and, eventually, a glass of wine) and work in peace!

I got home at, like, two in the morning, and I was tiptoeing past Lucy's room. When I peeked in, she was standing up in her crib. And she said something that, to my overtired ears, sounded a lot like "Ma ma."

My heart just melted.

I lifted my little girl into my arms, cradled her close to my heart....and noticed that she had a poop diaper.

My heart quickly reconstituted itself.

Meanwhile, I haven't seen Survivor. Or The Apprentice. Must make it through entire day without finding out what happened on either show. Must....not....read.....summaries!

Brit chick-lit writer Carole Matthews is getting paid to mention Ford products in her books. I am 90 percent appalled, 10 percent "hey, where do I sign up?"

I got eight out of ten right on this quiz. I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!

And I think next week I'm going to be able to finally, finally, finally post some chapters from LITTLE EARTHQUAKES. Huzzah!