You know, sometimes it's the little things like trying to twist on the milk cap, but the cap won't twist right, then falls off and rolls away, and you splosh milk then finally get it all together and put the jug back in the fridge- all one handed, while holding a screaming baby, that can really get to me. Megan told me today that my blog sucks....don't worry it wasn't really mean. She just wants me to write more, or add pictures....anything. Good advice. You all know me though. Procrastinate procrastinate...etc. M can walk now. Yay!! right? I haven't made up my mind yet. It took a couple of times of letting go of the furniture, leg, wall, or dog she was holding on to and making a few face plants, some tears, and hugs, and now she's well on her way. She just wonders around the house now, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking, whichever suits her fancy. It is absolutley amazing how fast this is all going...I'm still working on accepting the fact that...