I hope you will tolerate a little ridiculous whining here. I am hoping to get this all out of my system now before my BABY TURNS ONE NEXT MONTH. I can't believe it. I can't imagine it. I guess I thought my last baby would be a baby forever, but he is barreling full speed ahead and there's no stopping him. He's talking (Dada, hi), signing (milk, more, ball, eat, yay), and chugging around the house on his own two little legs as fast as his push toy will take him.
We are done, we are so done, but I am beginning to really understand the impulse for just one more.