Doodie and I went to Chipotle last night for dinner, which happens to be a tradition of ours. Actually anything involving Mexican food and usually a margarita is our tradition. However, she has a sesame in the oven right now, so we avoided the alcoholic beverages. That’s right a sesame. Her itty bitty, oh so loved baby is that big right now so of course we would call it Sesame all night long! Sesame is going to be spoiled, overwhelmed and completely loved by me. I’m going to try to stop calling the baby Sesame by the time it’s born but that little nickname might be stuck for life.