February 7: I love

dressing up in daddy's glasses. Remember when those used to be mine?

a thrift store outing with the kiddos. Today's trip yielded:

5 books

1 puzzle

1 dolly high chair

3 shirts for Hugo

1 shirt for Lily

1 cardigan for Zosia

hrmph. I forgot to get something for myself.

the beautiful biology of attachment. Hugo has started crawling, an it melts my heart that every single time I put him down somewhere, he ends up right at my feet. He's a bit of a mama's boy, this one. And I can promise you, I am savoring every bit of it. Mothering this little baby is absolutely perfect all the time: even the parts that might seem not so perfect, like the fact that a stuffy baby ended up in mama and daddy's bed for the night after he threw up all over his swaddle. Even moments like this, I close my eyes and say "thankyouthankyouthankyou" for the gift of this baby. And that is just as attachment should be.