The fun thing about being a parent is how one minute, you're chock full of deep thoughts about the meaning of life and the wonder of it all, and no less than two minutes later, you can be, "Oh, come ON!"

It think it's funny, anyway.

Mostly though I'm kinda befuddled lately, because I feel like I should be doing *more.* She is in constant motion, and I feel like I'm not providing a proper outlet for it, besides making sure the living room can be navigated. I guess I think there's some kind of gymnastics class geared for this kind of thing--and I say that knowing that there isn't.