“And it’s not that I didn’t enjoy hanging with him, but it was a lot more of just….hanging around and staring at his vaguely mobile body while wondering how guilty I’d feel if I read my Kindle instead of savoring this preshush baby moment. Now he runs and laughs and points and tries to talk (the talking! I love toddler talking! They sound like very nice, non-weepy drunk people!) and occasionally stops what he’s doing to throw his grubby arms around my neck and give me a very wet “mah!” before he’s off again.”

Love this!