+ Bigger +
Some days it just dawns on me how big you've gotten and how different our life is from a year ago, or two years ago. Such an amazement. You're sleeping so well now, it boggles my mind that this time last year I was a babbling sleepless fool. Almost a year ago, on 4/12/03, I went back to work after being on maternity leave since the night of your birth. If I remember correctly, this time last year I was a nervous wreck. Ah, well.

You've got diaper rash again. I'm trying to watch for what's causing this, and I have no idea. You've taken to these late evening naps lately, too, which is actually nice but not really conducive to quality Mommy/Baby time. I'm pretty sure you're going through the "growth" part of "growth spurt" after weeks of eating like crazy. You're eating less now, sleeping more. Fine by me! You fully understand basic commands, requests, instructions. You can bring me anything, tell me you're hungry, feed treats to the doggie, and operate simple things. It's a pretty groovy time to be a parent.

I've also been having recurrent baby wants. I'm holding them at bay and doing just fine, thankyouverymuch. But I still think about it a lot. Of course, if AF never comes back for real (after two days of barely-needed Tampax use, she disappeared literally overnight), I won't have to worry about making that decision. Alas, I'm not worrying about that. I'm really not in a hurry to have her back, and I have an appointment on May 7th anyway.

Well, it's quitting time. I'm off to drop off your Easter film (only about 1/5 of what I actually took; the other roll is still in the camera), and head home to smother you with love. Brace yourself!