God Bless the Man Who Gave my Friend a Free Cookie

Being recognized by the man behind the counter after the third visit is no small thing. What an inspired gesture.

Some have entertained angels unaware [they were working in coffee shops].

To Cherish You is to Breathe

I get a lot of advice to "cherish" the time I have with my growing son. They grow so fast! The days do fly! With apologies to the dear people who have offered it, I find the advice grating.

Yes, there are moments of extreme irritation, when World's Cutest Baby becomes, inexplicably, World's Fussiest Baby. Sometimes there are sad moments, when I realize I am never, no, not ever, going to get back the miniature, dependent newborn that catapulted me from just another person to Mother. And it's true that it can be annoying to be depressingly unproductive because you are busy entertaining a kid who mostly just wants you within arm's reach.

But never do I find myself not cherishing the soft, kissable cheek; the dirty, clutched hand; the tender stroke while I nurse; the untiring curiosity; the funny twitch when he's caught headed for the dog's water bowl.

And when I fail to cherish, I remember that I must cherish. The days do fly by! They grow old so fast!

Where Have We Gone?

Has Facebook trumped Blogger?

In girlfriday's case, yes. I'd like to get back into writing, though. I have great ideas. Truly brilliant. Managing to get them hammered out and posted before my 20 pound package of whiny goodness claws at my pant leg is difficult.

Speaking of said whiny goodness, see above.