It really is a coincidence that most of my baby planners have come to an end in the past few months, but nonetheless I have been hanging with a bunch of one-year-olds. Anyone who tells you there is no difference between girls and boys at this age is nuts, or they have never even seen a child before. Proof here: give a one year old boy a tricycle, and he climbs on it like Godzilla; give one to a girl, and she picks the flowers beside it. I am sorry to see this one go, but I know his mama will bring him back for the long journey to see me at least once next year. Can’t wait until then.
Still churning away here to get all of the proofing done before baby comes. I really had forgotten how many times you have to go to the doctor in these last few weeks. Man, I am sick of doctors…
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