This week has been pure insanity.  I'm back at work full time and I really thought what's the big deal.  I cried for FOUR days.  I missed my little man so much.  But then I come home and he hugs me for ten minutes and smiles and it makes it all better.

Every time I get around to writing here I say how big he's getting - all 18lbs of him.  He's walking.  He started just after he turned 10 months and this weekend he'll be 11 months.  That's almost one full year.  He's just not that needy little baby he once was.

When you have a baby you're entire world, entire being, entire existence is for that little person.  Even though you thought you weren't ready, or now isn't a good time before you had him, you look back and wonder why you waited so long, or what you ever did before him.

I wish I could write in here everyday.  There are so many things I see or hear that would make for some good reading by the time I added my two cents in.  But there just isn't enough time.  For a long time I was writing and saving them, but when I'd come back to post them it was old news and kind of boring to read again.  I scrapped them.

It's hotter than Satan's tail outside today and it's supposed to be like this all weekend.  I need a pool.