Peace

                            

This is my daily commute. Every morning, and every evening coming home, the sun rises and sets over wide open fields, a tree-lined horizon, and massive expanses of just sky, sky, sky. There is, after all, something to be said of living in the middle of nowhere.

Baby Fever

It's a thing, guys. And it is dangerous. Insidious, even. Baby Fever sneaks up on you and takes hold of your every desire, cropping up in all the most un-looked-for spaces. At least, it did me.

But I am fighting back. I am wrestling my will back from unbearably pudgy cheeks, drool-bubbles, plooshy lips, and adorable laughter; from shockingly bright and focused eyes, puffball feet, and surprisingly strong, tee-tiny, itty-bitty fingers.

I will not be ensnared by The Cuteness.

Regression, schmegression...

Pb&j for lunch with the requisite glass of milk, pear slices, and baby carrots. Yes, I am 6.

Can I have nap time after this?